Sycamore Trees - Zulu Winter

What can you see that the dark turn?

It’s bluish and snows for months to you

It turns on his blue heel

Bending to your will

But it’s probably gonna leave you there on the kitchen floor

With your hands in your pockets

It’s probably gonna leave you there on the kitchen floor

Slow, slow these blackened days

Insectoes and

So come and celebrate union

For the people we love before the fallen tree

They come with and questions

And talk

They’re probably gonna leave you there on the kitchen floor

With your hands in your pockets

They’re probably gonna leave you there on the kitchen floor

Slow, slow these blackened days

Insectoes and

Slow, slow these blackened days