Though the whole world be blown apart
No matter how dumb or how smart
Still beats beneath the rocky rumble
The dead lover's twisted heart

It's too late to stop or start
Anything else couldn't reach great art
Except the lonely faithful longing
Of the dead lover's twisted heart

Though the wind is blowing free
And the sun is shining happy
A million faces show no sympathy
But buried deep beneath the shopping mart
The dead lover's twisted heart

Though this story, sad it is
Wrapped in sorrow, borne of mystery
It was years of painless suffering
The dead lover's twisted heart