Banksia - High Places

You see .tree

.order …

.nothing is thing

Something far.

asking

I’m drifting away

Sweet .prepares

Make you a .in the way

And the .from me

Just try to keep me.

Let me see a .tree

That could order and service my fear and.

I had the.

obvious thing

.since purple since.

tree

.miss like the.

Soon make the.

darkness

It straightful …

Get me away

Get me away