Underneath the Sycamore

Song by Death Cab for Cutie

Lying in a field of glass Underneath the overpass Mangled in the shards of a mental 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 I've got a vengeful heart I cannot be stopped soon as I start But I have slept in makeshift tombs And I have seen your darkest rooms

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