Sycamore Leaves

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 up 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 its grip on me

  • walter

    Toegevoegd door

    walter op za 09 feb, 2008 5:10 am

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Taal: Engels
Beschikbaar op: East Of The Sun, West Of The Moon (1990)
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