When you split my heart apart
and the Sun died on the apple cart
this orchard boy went off to cry alone.

When the core of everything to me
decided that she'd rather be with
someone else,
I let this orchard fall to prey
and
blighted every single day and
cursed the Moon for what
she'd done to me.

Time heals or so they say,
but for me
it never healed in any way and
my blood still stands still in my
veins.

No heart?
no part in anything to do with
anything to do with loving you,
but how it hurts and pains me so to
see the orchard die and go and I the boy
who went to cry all on his own.