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far from their dying day      Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while   A much updated ruin from a much outdated style      Life is but a memory, happened long ago   Theater full of sadness, for a long forgotten show   Seems so easy, just to let it go on by   Till you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   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what you were really worth      Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while   A much updated ruin from a much outdated style      Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound   It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground   So men of fame, can never find a way   Till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      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 year   They'll all know, that you were here when you're gone