Failure is the perfect herald of tragedy. I were but little happy; Failure is the perfect herald of tragedy. I were but little happy;

Oh dear! Can you still not see? I'm nothing But a mere broken heart, Oh dear! Can you still not see? I'm nothing But a mere broken heart,

To give, Without being known, Requires heart... To give, Without being known, Requires heart...

Your heart is my sun. Your heart is my sun.

I can hear your silence speak, Rolling over these waves we go... I can hear your silence speak, Rolling over these waves we go...

Did you leave any other door open when you closed one? Did you leave any other door open when you closed one?