Pour the apple carts up from silvery hill
higher into heaven revealed
On the adult dome respond
to great authority singing alleluia alleluia
 [bad word] 
Love does reign in the kingdom of the broken heart,
the black bird sings, the moon it starts
war begins ... Dawns.

Now burn the apple carts they were meant to look great
fire making to grow in the space
there beneath the stones recharge
from great austerity turning lovers tonight
silver and white

are disdained, in the kingdom of the broken heart,
the black bird sings, the sun it starts,
war begins... Dawns.