Banksia - High Places

In those eighteen years and nine months I've been living here I always knew there'd come a day when I'd be leaving here Yes I know every crevice I've named them

From small speck of stardust to wondrously sentient Revolving and spinning in space Waking and sleeping and yielding to gravity It starts to show on your face M

The picture's clear but it's going black And you're not always sure you are on the right track You gave a little bit and they took a lot Of your sense of self a

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 y