And then the sky cleared up and everything
You said became [bad word] to me
Everything is green in the springtime – a new life
For everyone and me

And to the beat of my automatic heart
You sing a song of life

We let it all go by on this Easter day - no one
Will divide us again
On the tree above sings a yellow bird of things
From far away that we don't need

And to the beat of my automatic heart
You sing a song of life

Ticktack! Goes My Automatic Heart