Oh don't you know that clouds are made from concrete? Right through the stone can you hear my heart beat? Beats through my bones like the memory left me Not for a second or a minute when I dream.

Isn't it lovely, all alone. Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin and bone.

Слышишь, как бьётся твоё сердце? Так звучит верность.

— Он..мёртв? — Сложно сказать. — Ох, я... я не слышу биение сердца.

You can see my heart beatng... You can see it through my chest...