Can't stop thinking about it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadside Someone's lying Under sycamore leaves
Wet grounds, late September The foliage of the trees I came upon this feeling That someone's buried Covered by sycamore leaves
I could never face it I could never see I could never break out And shake its grip on me
Sycamore leaves
I could never face it I could never see I could never break out And shake its grip on me
Can't stop thinking about it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadside Someone's lying Under sycamore leaves Covered by sycamore leaves Sycamore leaves I'm covered by Sycamore leavesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
