Lyrics:
The sycamores and the cellar doors of your mind's eye
All the entrances that you're looking for, but you still try
You seek them here, you seek them
Oh-oh-oh
Give me something else to write
Give me something else to write
I'm sick of all this love
Like a Sycamore Tree (Like a Sycamore Tree)
That doesn't
You were right, I was wrong
Guess you knew it right along
Sycamore tree, sycamore tree
Tell the folks tell the shack
That my heart is dragging me
free
Make our nest in a sycamore tree
take our rest in the shade of the leaves
Oh oh oh you can lean on me
Oh oh oh come away with me
Oh oh oh come
the background
I self sabotage
But you’re all that I want, ya
I self sabotage
But you're all that I want, ya
All the birds and the bees and the sycamore trees
the background
I self sabotage
But you’re all that I want, ya
I self sabotage
But you're all that I want, ya
All the birds and the bees and the sycamore trees
blossom
On your sycamore tree
What you don't tell no one, you can tell me
Swing it high like Jesus, wild and free
Dandelions in your hair, baby
Sycamore in the summer bearing leaves
Swing, you're pushing our daughter underneath
Flowers bloom in the garden, sway in breeze
Just imagine
got no more shelter, no more sun
Then it came to me in a flash of light
By the sycamore tree in the dead of night
The bottom bell and the longest
("Firing party....ready....")
Sycamore ... is open.
("...aim...fire! BANG")
That's how Sycamore opened.
That's how....Sycamore is.
(guns.)
I say this
Chorus
With your dark hair in the donegal breeze,
Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground,
But, there's madness in the sycamore trees,
at the liquor store
Drunk on the piss of sycamore embers
The hospice waltz of corpus flowers
Leaves pinko fumes from turret guns
Sawing at the base of pylon
on the radio
'Til we get lost in
A sunset fallin'
Lay a blanket by the creek
Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree
And there won't be anyone watchin'
on the radio
'Til we get lost in
A sunset fallin'
Lay a blanket by the creek
Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree
And there won't be anyone watchin'
down too
I know a spot down on the river
Underneath the sycamore tree
Save all your kisses up, bring on your sweet love
Pour it all over me
All over
Sycamore, sycamore tree
I think you're a lot like me
Like me
Standing the test of time
Flowers are so divine
But your roots run deep
As you grow you'll get
my hand and pulled me into the snow
I smiled at the footprints
But I kept on my gloves and coat
You played and ran around
While the old sycamore
I’m up here in the Sycamore
And I smell blood on the breeze
From Echo Park to Nevermore
Out past the Bourgeois Sea
They all have a story to sell,
another
Though it felt so wrong
We had to keep moving on
Together on the bathroom floor
Serotonin galore
Walking down sycamore avenue
We had to keep
easy
Matter fact I'd say it's pretty difficult
Warm smile but inside I'm bleeding
S.O.S scratched on the sycamore
Front row seats to my movie
As I
Did you find your way to heaven
Once you left me
I'm still tracing our initials
In that sycamore tree
I could find somebody else
But I don't want them
Weaver bird weave your melody
From the branch of a sycamore tree
I am bound and you are free
Why do you whisper to me
I know of a road that lies
the clash
All self-interest, no self-worth, could time away be any worse to me?
Does the sycamore by the pond still stand? Does the sycamore by the pond
me
And I'll find my true love under a sycamore tree
Yellow bird, one day you'll be mine
Yellow bird, one day you'll be mine
Driving my Winnebago down
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