Sycamore - The White Buffalo

I don’t see nothing wrong being a dreamer

I’ve been floating for so long from the shore

The sea, it has its song, that it’s singing

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 screaming

Your home is the water, in the stars

In the chasm of the deep, well they’re feeding

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

And 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