The apple tree

Power station by the river

Grinding slowly to a stop

Clock still ticking on the mantle

Flames still flicker on the log

Coffee brewing in the kitchen

Where the door is open wide

Glass upon a hoovered carpet

Eyes are glowing in the night

It's the silence you can see

Hearing shadows behind me

All the buildings standing empty

All the trains are standing still

Cars are scattered by the roadside

There's no top upon the hill

Nails have scratched upon the outside

Of the empty chapel door

But I don't think that the father

Wants to live there anymore

There's no bone for you to pick

No more wax around the wick

Shot the arrow from the circle

At the apple on the tree

From a garden that was eden

Strange the fruit it bears for me

And the wind will spread the fire

And the rain will ever fall

If no one reads the writing

That's been written on the wall

Underneath the apple tree

There's a ghost who waits for me

The apple tree shakes its arms

Its fruit falls

Its fruits are tasting strange

The apple tree is shaking