Fruit Tree

Fame is but a fruit tree So very unsound. It can never flourish Till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame Can never find a way Till time has flown Far from their dying day. Forgotten while youre here Remembered for a while A much updated ruin From a much outdated style.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 the womb Of an everlasting night You find the darkness can Give the brightest light. Safe in your place deep in the earth Thats when theyll know what you were really worth. Forgotten while youre here Remembered for a while A much updated ruin From a much outdated style. Fame is but a fruit tree So very unsound. It can never flourish Till its stalk 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. Dont you worry Theyll stand and stare when youre gone. Fruit tree, fruit tree Open your eyes to another year. Theyll all know That you were here when youre gone.