Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside something's buried
Under sycamore leaves
Under sycamore leaves
Wet grounds, late September
Foliage of the trees
I came upon this feeling
That someone's lying
Covered by sycamore leaves, hey yeah
Under sycamore leaves
And I could never make it
I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
(Instrumental)
Sycamore leaves, hey yeah
Under sycamore leaves
I could never make it
I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside
Something's buried
Under sycamore leaves
Covered by sycamore leaves, yeah
Sycamore leaves
And / I'm (?) covered by sycamore leaves