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