Lying in a field of grass/glass underneath the overpass.
Mangled in the shards of a middle/metal frame. Woken from the dream by my own name. Well I was such a retchid man searching everywhere for a homeland. Now we are under the same sun feeling through the leaves like a...

We are the same, we are the same, underneath the sycamore. (X2)

We were both broken in our own ways, sifting through the rubble for the wrong things. I know you got a vengful heart, I cannot be stopped till these eyes? start. But you have seen your darkest rooms and I have slept in make shift rooms. And this is where we find our peace, this is where we are...