High Places The Tree With The Lights In It
On and off and on and off, as light pours through the
trees
In and out and in and out, exhale inhale you breathe
Light to dark there's left a mark, a tree inside your eye
A flickering of branches hold your breath and then you
sigh:
"Now everything's lined up
All set to wind up
Don't try to fight it
It's all I know"
