Can't stop thinking 'bout it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadside Someone's lying Covered by sycamore leaves Hey hey Wet grounds, late September ... The foliage of the trees I came upon this feeling that Someones's buried Under sycamore leaves Hey hey And I could never face it And I could never see And I could never break out And shake its grip on me And I could never face it And I could never see And I could never break out And shake it's grip on me Wet grounds, late September ... The foliage of the trees I came upon this feeling That someone's lying Covered by sycamore leaves Covered by sycamore leaves Out there by the roadside Under Sycamore leaves Sycamore leaves Sycamore leaves Sycamore leaves Sycamore leaves By Renan Marchi