Withering Tree

Withering tree bearing no fruit

Never will see an evergreen suit

Reaching right out, out for the sun

Broken old branches fall one by one

Into the arms of eternity

Into the arms of eternity

You're too young to live in a world full of lies (Oh!)

So you turn to the touchables who touch liquid skies (Oh!)

And cry through the eye of a needle.

Fighting the fish up from the deep

Oh! how I wish the lake would not sleep

Following dreams into the blue

There you will see hidden fron view

Trees in the arms of eternity

Into the arms of eternity

(repeat)