My body's starting to decay
My mouth is dry
I'm trying to fight the urge to fall asleep
I don't wanna die
Soil begins to pull me down
Submerged from head to toe
I can feel my b-b-b-body's spread
I'm trying to lift my head
But I'm taking root and starting to grow

I'm a beautiful sycamore
Oh, I don't have to care about anything anymore

You'll try to find me and I understand
You know this city like the back of your hand
But deep roots are holding me down
We said one day we'd run away
And it's been twenty-seven years and I don't recall your name
Oh God, I can't remember your name