Underneath the Sycamore - Death Cab for Cutie, Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

Lying in a field of glass

Underneath the overpass

Mangled in the shards of a metal frame

Woken from the dream by my own name

Well I was such a wretched man

Searching everywhere for a homeland

And now we are under the same sun

Feel it through the leaves

Let it heal us

We are the same

We are both safe

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both safe

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 (heart)

And I cannot be stopped as soon as I start

But you have seen your darkest rooms

And I have slept in makeshift tombs

And this is where we find our peace

Oh this is where we are at least

We are the same

We are both safe

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both safe

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both safe

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both safe

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both safe

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both safe

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both safe

Underneath the sycamore

We are the same

We are both safe

Underneath the sycamore