My heart is a tumbling stone.
A small, round, grey ball,
shaped by the northern winds that blow.
My heart is a tumbling stone.
A heavy burden keeping me low.
Where have the emotions gone?
I don't know.
Take a wine and fragile glass, drown it all now.
Memory, therapy, and the last vow.
Take off clothes, remove the load, take a deep breath.
Preserve your thoughts, all your nerves, don’t walk to death.