كلمات 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 take to the touchables Who touch the good sky, 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 from view Trees in the arms of eternity Into the arms of eternity Into the arms of eternity Into the arms of eternity Into the arms of, of eternity