Lyrics:

I'm the tall tree
I'm the tall tree

What's what is that there is
The way they think it is...

I am the tall tree
A sight of my surrounding grave
Wishing for old Hornschmeyer's wave
I am the tall tree

The after image of mental scrimmage
Splashing oceans with your hand
The wedding was nice and gray
Thinking of pay and you're the prey

Brown sugar lips thru the naked eye
Blimp floating high on a aqua sky
Ride the slide narrow to wide
As deep as creation's infinity

The rushes are comming,
The rushes are comming

I am the tall tree