Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside something's buried
Under sycamore leaves
Wet grounds, late September
The foliage of the trees
I came upon this feeling that someone's lying
Covered by sycamore leaves
And I could never face it
And take a look and see
And I could never break out
And shake it's grip on me
[05:21.00]Can't stop thinking 'bout it
[05:21.00]It fills me with unease
[05:21.00]Out there by the roadside something's buried
[05:21.00]Under sycamore leaves
[05:21.00]Wet grounds, late September
[05:21.00]The foliage of the trees
[05:21.00]I came upon this feeling that someone's lying
[05:21.00]Covered by sycamore leaves
[05:21.00]And I could never face it
[05:21.00]And take a look and see
[05:21.00]And I could never break out
[05:21.00]And shake it's grip on me