Sycamore

Put all your leaves on the line
The train is coming 'round the corner
And it will fly off the tracks
Happy early October

It's too much
When your feet lift off the ground
You become the moon

Inside the church in Oxford
It seems she's always been there
Up the hill a little ways
She'll die until her life's near

It's too much
When your feet lift off the ground
You become the moon

You've waited long, watched and prayed
Your dreams are ascending
And in the day they will break
From all death's contending

It's too much
When your feet lift off the ground
You become the moon



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