Lyric Sycamore Leaves

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 of the trees
I came upon this feeling that someone s lying
Covered by sycamore leaves

And I could never face it
And take a look and see
And I could never break out
And shake it s grip on me