Sycamore Trees

What can you see that the dark turn?
It’s bluish and snows for months to you
It turns on his blue heel
Bending to your will
But it’s probably gonna leave you there on the kitchen floor
With your hands in your pockets
It’s probably gonna leave you there on the kitchen floor
Slow, slow these blackened days
Insectoes and
So come and celebrate union
For the people we love before the fallen tree
They come with and questions
And talk
They’re probably gonna leave you there on the kitchen floor
With your hands in your pockets
They’re probably gonna leave you there on the kitchen floor
Slow, slow these blackened days
Insectoes and
Slow, slow these blackened days