Sycamore

I don't see nothing wrong being a drea-mer I've been floating for so long from the shore The sea, it has its song, that it's sin-ging It's a sad and lonely tune in the blue And it calls to drift and sails like me and you But I cannot understand, why I'm longing for the land I miss the sound of the breeze Through the leaves of the sycamore Wading in the waves to my knees on the sandy shore The birds and the bees and your panties on the bathroom floor Well, I miss you more Well, I miss you more The sea calls to me again, like it's screa-ming Your home is the water, in the stars In the chasm of the deep, well they're fee-ding On the changing it can cavern of my heart And though it's her that is tearing us apart I begin to understand, oh I'm longing for the land I miss the sound of the breeze Through the leaves of the sycamore Wading in the waves to my knees on the sandy shore The birds and the bees and your panties on the bathroom floor Well, I miss you more Whoa, I miss the sound of the breeze through the leaves of the sycamore Wading in the waves to my knees on the sandy shore The birds and the bees and your panties on the bathroom floor Well, I miss you more Well, I miss you more I miss you more I miss you more