Tarkine

There's a red bridge in the mountains
Where Tarkine trees touch multi-coloured skies
They cast shadows on the painted ground
And to get there, well, I just close my eyes

Well I lost myself when I walked through you
All that I have now is a souvenir of you

There's a lexicon of forest giants
Coachwood, Myrtle, Blackwood and Turpentine
In this hi-viz world I must have missed the turn
Because all I found were billboards, flyers and merchandise

Well I lost myself when I fell for you
I can't remember, but the love is, oh, so true
Well I lost myself when I walked through you
All that I have now is a souvenir of you