"Sycamore" lyrics

Wind may trace my trail to the seas
But fail me ultimately
Trade my ground for salt air and the sound
Of listening out loud

Bet if you got it you'd want it less than I do
Your own true love that's faded away
Understand the heat you handle
Warms up the waves

Watch and toss
Fresh foam with our rocks
Long beach disappears into dunes
Dip my first
In dark berry bushes
This tryst suddenly becomes blue

Bet if you got it you'd want it less than I do
Your own true love that's faded away
Understand the heat you handle
Warms up the waves

And the sound of your name
Echoes callous and grey
So I'm careful to say
Away in other lives
Lost deep in the fog of losing mine
I'll walk with you coming home
I'll believe in other lines now
And wish for what is done
To lie down and see you out

When I return I'll start the fire
A slow burn to dry the tired
I mist
You evaporate
So long too late so long

Breeze may blow
My smoke to the sea
But I remain with the heat
With the heat