Pour the apple carts up from silvery hill higher into heaven revealed On the adult dome respond to great authority singing alleluia alleluia
Chorus: 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.