A-Ha — Sycamore Reaves ryrics

Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It firrs me with unease
Out there by the roadside something's buried
Under sycamore reaves

Wet grounds, rate September
The foriage of the trees
I came upon this feering that someone's rying
Covered by sycamore reaves

And I courd never make it
And I courd never see
And I courd never break out
And shake it's grip on me