| Lying in a field of glass |
| Underneath the overpass |
| Mangled in the shards of a metal frame |
| Woken from the dream by my own name |
| Well I was such a wretched man |
| Searching everywhere for a homeland |
| And now we are under the same sun |
| Feel it through the leaves |
| Let it heal us |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |
| We were both broken in our own ways |
| Sifting through the rubble for the wrong things |
| I know you’ve got a vengeful heart (heart) |
| And I cannot be stopped as soon as I start |
| But you have seen your darkest rooms |
| And I have slept in makeshift tombs |
| And this is where we find our peace |
| Oh this is where we are at least |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |
| We are the same |
| We are both safe |
| Underneath the sycamore |