Posh ignorant stupidity Ten seconds after dinner talk A shouting tranquility Monotonously swaying branches My fainted empty face Excoriations in our mansions Oh, you can't see our dreams Silent regimes Oh, sycamore Oh, sycamore Oh, you can't see our dreams Silent regimes Oh, sycamore Oh, sycamore Posh ignorant stupidity Ten seconds after dinner talk A shouting tranquility Talking mouths with no words I feel the leather's heat Draw the curtains as the world burns Oh, you can't see our dreams Silent regimes Oh, sycamore Oh, sycamore Oh, you can't see our dreams Silent regimes Oh, sycamore Oh, sycamore