He takes a bite of the apple   And a vision appears   He follows the light until the image is clear   He sees her porcelain beauty   Against another man's skin      He hears her moaning   A way she hadn't for him   With grotesque fascination   He watches until they fall still   He burns with the knowledge of good and evil      He feels like he's falling, falling   Out of grace and into knowledge   He watches with dry eyes   Eyes that have changed   One final memory of the vision remains      Her playful body enjoying the sweet taste of sin   The dance of love that's now foreign to him   Day turns to night and night turns to day   He puts the illusions of his childhood away   With the new understanding, he builds a world of his own   Outside the garden, he finds the will to go on