I Am The Tall Tree Lyrics & Chords By The Flock

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