Sweet is the mind that carries me.   Under its breath lies tragedy   And when the fruit of passion lingers   On choicely scented fingers   On wings of doubt fly jealousy   And fruit of love      Sweet is that time that waits for me   From evil grows insanity   Morbid as splendour faked   This diamond for my wake   Is why I wait here patiently   And fruit of love      The fruit of love   The food of love   The fruit of love   The food of love   Loooooove, loooooove, loooooove      The fruit of love   The food of love   The fruit of love   The food of love      Swift are these wings that carry me   Under their breath fly jealousy   On wings of doubt they'll carry me   They'll carry me, they'll carry me      The fruit of love   The food of love   The fruit of love   The food of love