We are descending to the greatest heights
Entering the darkness, stumbling to light
Maybe I’m just crazy, yes I’m losing my mind
Searching through the ether, I’ve run away from time
I’m finding of what we’re made of, the constitution of my
bones
Holds a holy secret, most peculiar and unknown
Sweet sweet fruits of life are waiting
Hanging on the alpine trees
Asking for the harvesting
Like a old pine tree, in the Willamette
valley
When my roots fail me, you won’t see me fade
Bugs up in my body, and ferns growin' on my tum,
I’m not alone, no, and I am never gone
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