And with our eyes wide shut
We’ve got our familiar view
But is this what we want to do?
Fruit so fine, fruit so toxic

Maybe this won’t mean much
We could still be limping onwards
But is this what we have to do?
Fruit so fine, fruit so toxic

[Chorus]
If a tree falls in a forest
And no-one’s around to hear it
Is it still love?
Or is it thrill, love?
If the words are never written
And nobody learns of eden
(then) is it still love
Or is it (just) thrill, love?

With our arms chained tight
The serpent says to take a bite
And i know this is sacrificial
Fruit so fine, fruit so toxic