Mouldings Songtext
von Flowers From the Man Who Shot Your Cousin

She′s got a moulding
Of her left hand
And she holds it to her chest

Trying to feel
The pulsations
Trying to quiet the unrest


That's taking place
It′s taking place
Behind the armour of
Her smiling face

She wants a moulding
Of her features
Of her face and of her feet

Sometimes she says
She wants a double
Made of stone or of concrete


To take her place
To take her place
Then she could disappear
Without a trace