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 hovered carpet
Eyes are glowing in the light

Its 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
Theres no top upon the hill

Nails have scratched upon the outside
Of the empty chapel door
But I dont think that the Father
Wants to live there anymore

Theres no bones 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
Thats been written on the wall

Underneath the apple tree
Theres 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