Innocence is a fruit
A dry metaphor for getting older
A walk cautiously with a blindfold on
It is very lovely when two young people are kissing
Desire is a reflection
Circumstance a luxury of
Common sense
It may be unpleasant
But you have to step on the escalator
Innocence is a fruit
A dry metaphor for getting older
A walk cautiously with a blindfold on
We need a leader
An impostor to incite us
To be able to give us direction
And all the experts agree
Your own grave must probably
Be dug by yourself
Your coffin made by yourself
Your own speech delivered at your funeral
Innocence is a fruit
A dry metaphor for getting older
A walk cautiously with a blindfold on
You brainchild will kill you
And everyone will understand
It has been constructed out of cadavers
Innocence is a fruit
A dry metaphor for getting older
A walk cautiously with a blindfold on