My heart was never made of marble 
 I do not have what it demands 
 To watch my life just flowing by 
 Like sand flows [bad word] my hands 

 There’ll be nothing left 
 No more love and no more tears 
 My heart will turn to stone 
 Nothing left but tainted years 

 I can’t recount how often 
 My heart was dragged [bad word] [bad word] 
 But why give it to anyone? 
 I cannot say as well 

 My heart was never made of stone 
 I bear it open 
 Wide and clear 

 I cannot mute my hearts calling 
 As it starts bleeding with your name 

 My heart was never made of stone 
 I bear it open 
 Wide and clear 
 And pieces of it will be broken 

 As they disappear 

 All I can do is live on 
 It will always stay the same 
 I cannot mute my hearts calling 
 It starts bleeding with your name