I sat there, troubled by the night
Idle, staring, pondering, alone
And have decided that of course!
The heart is made of stone.
The heart is made of stone,
I said, in case you didn't hear,
No laughter is the price, you see,
One pays for no more tears.
No more kisses, to give or take
Now all is calm at least
And focus, for me my drive,
And I'll wish you to find peace.

Opus 6