Sycamore Leaves

I can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside, someone's lying
Covered by sycamore leaves

Wet grounds, late September
The foliage of the trees
I came upon this feeling that
Someones's buried under sycamore leaves

I could never face it
And I could never see
And I could never break out
And shake its grip on me

And I could never face it
And I could never see
And I could never break out
And shake its grip on me

Wet grounds, late September
The foliage of the trees
I came upon this feeling
That someone's lying, covered by sycamore leaves
Covered by sycamore leaves
Out there by the roadside, under sycamore leaves
Sycamore leaves, sycamore leaves
Sycamore leaves, sycamore leaves