A Ha
Sycramore Leaves dainos žodžiai
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside
Something‘ 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 ist grip on me
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside
Something‘ 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 ist grip on me