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
That you too long for romance
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
That you too long for romance
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
You're the source of my pain
I came here to ask you
If the feeling goes both ways
It's killing me 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