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
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