But even the gray of the sky cannot stifle the green of the earth, leaves like opened palms, taking in whatever the sky has to offer, letting fall whatever it cannot hold, whatever it need not hold.
I'll be your bridge over deep water
I'll be your bridge over deep water
I'll be your bridge over deep water
But even the gray of the sky cannot stifle the green of the earth, leaves like opened palms, taking in whatever the sky has to offer, letting fall whatever it cannot hold, whatever it need not hold.