Lying in a field of glass
 Underneath the overpass
 Mangled in the shards of a metal frame
 Woken from the dream by my own name
 Well I was such a wretched man
 Searching everywhere for a homeland
 And now we are under the same sun
 Feel it through the leaves
 Let it heal us
 We are the same
 We are both safe
 Underneath the sycamore
 We are the same
 We are both safe
 Underneath the sycamore
 We were both broken in our own ways
 Sifting through [bad word] for the wrong things
 I know you've got a vengeful heart
 And I cannot be stopped as soon as I start
 But you have seen your darkest rooms
 And I have slept in makeshift tombs
 And this is where we find our peace
 Oh this is where we are at least
 We are the same
 We are both safe
 Underneath the sycamore
 We are the same
 We are both safe
 Underneath the sycamore
 We are the same
 We are both safe
 Underneath the sycamore
 We are the same
 We are both safe
 Underneath the sycamore