Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside someone's lying
Under sycamore leaves
Hey Yeah
Wet grounds, late September
The foliage of the trees
I came upon this feeling that someone's buried
Covered by sycamore leaves
Hey Yeah
I could never face it
I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
Oh yeah....
Sycamore leaves
Yeaaaah
Sycamore leaves
Hey Yeah
I could never face it
I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
Yeah
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside someone's lying
Under sycamore leaves
And covered by sycamore leaves
Yeah
Sycamore leaves
And covered by... Well.. Sycamore leaves
Yeah
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside someone's lying
Under sycamore leaves
Hey Yeah
Wet grounds, late September
The foliage of the trees
I came upon this feeling that someone's buried
Covered by sycamore leaves
Hey Yeah
I could never face it
I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
Oh yeah....
Sycamore leaves
Yeaaaah
Sycamore leaves
Hey Yeah
I could never face it
I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
Yeah
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside someone's lying
Under sycamore leaves
And covered by sycamore leaves
Yeah
Sycamore leaves
And covered by... Well.. Sycamore leaves
Yeah