Some Cult - From the Sycamore Trapeze

I’m up here in the Sycamore
And I smell blood on the breeze
From Echo Park to Nevermore
Out past the Bourgeois Sea
They all have a story to sell, it’s overrated as hell
I, I - guess it’s a secret you should keep
Will the new wave learn how to love?
I doubt it, does it matter?
Yeah, lie is the best part of believe
Will the new wave learn how to love?
I doubt it, does it matter?
Yeah, you’re in the Sycamore Trapeze
I heard a shot
And now I’m running like a rabbit
With my good eye closed, I’m jumping over the edge
There may be ghosts inside your tender moments
Little monsters inside your head
I’m coming back for you
I heard a shot
I’m coming back for you
I’m up here in the sycamore
And I smell blood on the breeze
From Atlas to Excelsior, beyond Infinity
They overshot heaven for hell - miscalculated, oh well
I, I - I guess I’m leaving with the trees
I heard a shot
And now I’m running like a rabbit
With my good eye closed, I’m jumping over the edge
There may be ghosts inside your tender moments
Little monsters inside your head
We are, we are - a legion of infinite stars with infinite scars
We are, we are - a legion of infinite stars
Hallelujah
We are, we are - a legion of infinite stars with infinite scars
I heard a shot
We are, we are - a legion of infinite stars
Will the new wave learn how to love?
I doubt it, does it matter?
Yeah, here in this tangled web we weave
Will the new wave learn how to love?
I doubt it, does it matter?
Yeah, we’re in the Sycamore Trapeze

Written by:
Some Cult

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