Withering Tree - Traffic

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