Sycamore Tree

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 (chance) That you too long for romance ('mance) 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 (chance) That you too long for romance ('mance) 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 (pleasure) You're the source of my pain (pain) I came here to ask you if the feeling goes both ways It's killing me softly (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