The Tree with the Lights in It - High Places

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»