Must we play a game of statues now
Isn't it amazing how many people believe
In some ancient saviour of mankind
A prophet frozen for all times
And the heart of the matter is in your soul
And not in your heart
Not in your heart at all
Ring-a-ring of roses
They've carved so many names
That stand for universal wisdom
And an old underlying love
With sense and fine reason
And the heart of the matter is in your soul
And not in your heart
Not in your heart at all
Searching through strangers eyes
I symbolize what you feel
It's stone this heart. It's a heart that can't be real
These eyes say nothing
They look right through me
And the heart of the matter is in your soul
And not in your heart
Not in your heart at all
And not in your heart
Not in your heart at all
You can play Cupid
And I can be Phsyce
