Last leaf fallen; Bare earth where green was born. Black Madonna, two eagles hang against a cloud.
Sun comes up blood red; Wind yells among the stone. All graceful instruments are known. When the windows all are broken and your love's become a toothless crone, when the voices of the storm sound like a crowd, winter morning breaks; you're all alone.
The eyes are blind, blue visions are all a seer can own And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud. This ground on which the seed of love is sown. All graceful instruments are known.