Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show. 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. That's when they'll know what you were really worth. Forgotten while you're here Remembered for a while A much updated ruin From a much outdated style.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. 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 year.