My body's starting to decay My mouth is dry I'm trying to fight the urge to fall asleep I don't wanna die Soil begins to pull me down Submerged from head to toe I can feel my b-b-b-body's spread I'm trying to lift my head But I'm taking root and starting to grow I'm a beautiful sycamore Oh, I don't have to care about anything anymore You'll try to find me and I understand You know this city like the back of your hand But deep roots are holding me down We said one day we'd run away And it's been twenty-seven years and I don't recall your name Oh God, I can't remember your name