Underneath the Sycamore

Lying in a field of glass Underneath the overpass Mangled in the shards of a mental frame Woken from a dream by my own name Well I was such a wretched man Searching everywhere for a homeland Now we are under the same sun Feel it through the leaves, let it heal us We are the same We are both sane Underneath the sycamore We are the same We are both sane 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 I cannot be stopped soon as I start But you have seen your darkest rooms And I have slept in makeshift tombs This is where we find our peace This is where we are released We are the same We are both sane Underneath the sycamore We are the same We are both sane Underneath the sycamore We are the same We are both sane Underneath the sycamore We are the same We are both sane Underneath the sycamore We are the same We are both sane Underneath the sycamore We are the same We are both sane Underneath the sycamore We are the same We are both sane Underneath the sycamore We are the same We are both sane Underneath the sycamore --- Underneath the Sycamore - Death Cab for Cutie