I'm the tall tree I'm the tall tree The way they think it is... What's what is that there is A sight of my surrounding grave Wishing for old Hornschmeyer's wave I am the tall tree I am the tall tree The after image of mental scrimmage Splashing oceans with your hand Brown sugar lips thru the naked eye Thinking of pay and you're the prey The wedding was nice and gray As deep as creation's infinity Ride the slide narrow to wide Blimp floating high on a aqua sky The rushes are comming, The rushes are comming I am the tall tree