I'm picking fruit
From forbidden trees
While leaves are falling
Autumn's calling
My breath is drawing into me
Smile.

So stick a needle in my eye
Searching
Hang the daylight up to dry
Looking for the permanent high
Goodbye.

I know I can be anyone
I am the father, lover, son
And age is immaterial
When every day I wake again
Welcome to the dream that you were thinking of
Welcome to the world that you were dreaming of
Welcome to your execution.