Posh ignorant stupidity
Ten seconds after dinner talk
A shouting tranquility
Monotonously swaying branches
My fainted empty face
Excoriations in our mansions
Oh, you can't see our dreams
Silent regimes
Oh, sycamore
Oh, sycamore
Oh, you can't see our dreams
Silent regimes
Oh, sycamore
Oh, sycamore
Posh ignorant stupidity
Ten seconds after dinner talk
A shouting tranquility
Talking mouths with no words
I feel the leather's heat
Draw the curtains as the world burns
Oh, you can't see our dreams
Silent regimes
Oh, sycamore
Oh, sycamore
Oh, you can't see our dreams
Silent regimes
Oh, sycamore
Oh, sycamore