Lyrics:

Can't Stop Thinking Bout It
it Fills Me With Unease
out There By The Roadside
something's Buried
under Sycamore Leaves

wet Grounds, Late September
the Foliage Up The Trees
i Came Upon, This Feeling That
someone's Lying
covered By Sycamore Leaves

and I Could Never Face It
and Take A Look And See
and I Could Never Break Out
and Shake Its Grip On Me