Woorden: The Black Heart Procession. Stitched To My Heart.

my heart is bleeding rain drops, they're lonely rain drops
when it used to shower all night long
and in the well they'll find my heart, that I gave to you
and in the end they'll find her name, stitched to my heart
I've been locked away ---- I'll keep it locked away
where they'll find no trace
they're lonely rain drops