Lyrics:

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound
It can never flourish
‘Til its stock is in the ground
So men of fame
Can never find a way
‘Til 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From a much-outdated style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
Theatre full of sadness
For a long-forgotten show
Seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
‘Til you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why

Safe in the womb
Of an everlasting night
You'll 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From a much-outdated style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
‘Til its stock is in the ground
So men of fame
Can never find a way
‘Til 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