Oh, why don’t you wander,
My little fickle heart?
There’s a rose-bud– there’s a thunder
Why not settle for that?

“Roses stung me, thunder burned me,”
Said the little fickle heart
“So I stole a petal and a flash,
Won’t you let me now come back?”

Oh, but what of wonder,
My little fickle heart?
Worlds await you– words will mend you
Why not settle for that?

“Words enslaved me, worlds forsake me,
When their magic had worn out.
But I brought a paper and a pen,
Won’t you let me back again?”

Ah, you’re so ungrateful,
My little fickle heart!
Life will bend you– I’ll betray you
Why d'you settle for that?

“‘Long as you would let me rest
Bruised and bleeding in your chest,
‘Tis but all I’ll ever ask”
Said the little fickle heart.