Death Cab For Cutie - Underneath The Sycamore

Lying in a field of glass

Underneath the overpass

Mangled in the shards of a metal frame

Woken from a dream by my own name

Well I was such a wretched man

Searching everywhere for a homeland

Now we are under the same sun

Feel it through the leaves, let it heal us

We are the same

We are both sane

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both sane

Underneath the sycamore

We were both broken in our own ways

Sifting through the rubble for the wrong things

I know you've got a vengeful heart

I cannot be stopped soon as I start

But you have seen your darkest rooms

And I have slept in makeshift tombs

This is where we find our peace

This is where we are released

We are the same

We are both sane

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both sane

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both sane

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both sane

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both sane

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both sane

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both sane

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are the same

Underneath the sycamore