Sycamore Tree

It started just a seed

And everyday it grew a little more

Growing stronger and stronger

Lust rooted Mariana deep

There's a tension when you're next to me

I try to put it poetically

But tender words don't come close

And nor do crescendos

It's a tidy bed full of thorns of a rose

But I lie in it

Hoping that there's a chance (chance)

That you too long for romance ('mance)

My heart is in your hazel hands

Sycamore tree

Your branches hang over me

So hauntingly

So hauntingly

Should I stay or should I leave

From under the sycamore tree?

Under the sycamore tree

Under you, talking to the moon

Falling everyday like loose leaves

'Cause we speak often, but you're out of reach

And I'm only flesh and bone

So when you let me know

Put it gently, gently, gently, gently

Tender words don't come close

And nor do crescendos

It's a tidy bed full of thorns of a rose

But I lie in it

Hoping that there's a chance (chance)

That you too long for romance ('mance)

My heart is in your hazel hands

Sycamore tree

Your branches hang over me

So hauntingly

So hauntingly

Should I stay or should I leave

From under the sycamore tree?

Under the sycamore tree

You're the source of my pleasure (pleasure)

You're the source of my pain (pain)

I came here to ask you if the feeling goes both ways

It's killing me softly (softly)

Know what I want you to say

Just put it gently, gently, gently, gently

Sycamore tree

Your branches hang over me

So hauntingly

So hauntingly

Should I stay or should I leave

From under the sycamore tree?

Under the sycamore tree