Sycamore Leaves Lyrics by A-Ha
Album : East Of The Sun, West Of The Moon , How Can I Sleep With Your Voice In My Head
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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 face it
And take a look and see
And 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      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 face it   And take a look and see   And I could never break out   And shake its grip on me