A-Ha "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 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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |