Текст песни
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A much updated ruin from a much outdated style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 find that 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A much updated ruin from a much outdated style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 in 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