Steve Winwood - 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)