Pour the apple carts up from silvery hill
higher into heaven reveal.
On the adult dawn respond
to great authority singing halleluia halleluia
Love does reign
In the kingdom of
the broken heart,
the black bird sings,
and the moon it lusts.
As war begins,
dance.
(Bm)
Now burn the apple carts burn them until a grey
fire begins to glow in the sky.
There beneath the stones recharge.
From great austerity raining down from above
Distant is love, are disdained
In the kingdom of
the broken heart.
a black bird sings,
the sun it lusts.
As war begins
dance.