Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
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 make it
And I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
Sycamore leaves
And I could never make it
And 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
Sycamore leaves
I'm covered by
Sycamore leaves
Select lines to share them. You can select up to 6 lines. Arrow keys move between lines, Space selects, Shift with the arrow keys selects a range, Escape clears.
