So very unsound
It can never flourish
Till its stock is in the ground
So men of fame
Can never find a way
Till time has flown
Far from their dying day

Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated grin
From a much outdated style

Life is but a memory
Happened long ago
Theatre full of sadness
For a long forgotten show

Seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
Till you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why

Safe in a womb of an everlasting night
You find the darkness can give the brightest light
Safe in your place deep in the earth
That's when they'll know
What you are really worth

Forgotten while you're here
Remembered for a while
A much updated grin
From a much outdated style

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound
It can never flourish
Till its stock is in the ground
So men of fame can never find a way
Till time has flown far from their dying day

Fruit tree
Fruit tree
No one knows you but the rain and the air
Don't you worry
They'll stand and stare when you're gone

Fruit tree
Fruit tree
Open your eyes to another yard
They will know that you were here
when you are gone