More songs by Khamari
Description
Producer: Khamari
Producer: Trackside
Producer: Slimwav
Producer: Matty Spats
Mixing Engineer: Ike Schultz
Mastering Engineer: John Greenham
Surround Mixing Engineer: Peter A. Barker
Lyrics and translation
Original
It started just a seed
And everyday it grew a little more
Growing stronger and stronger
Lust rooted Mariana deep
There's a tension when you're next to me
I try to put it poetically
But tender words don't come close
And nor do crescendos
It's a tidy bed full of thorns of a rose
But I lie in it
Hoping that there's a chance (chance)
That you too long for romance ('mance)
My heart is in your hazel hands
Sycamore tree
Your branches hang over me
So hauntingly
So hauntingly
Should I stay or should I leave
From under the sycamore tree?
Under the sycamore tree
Under you, talking to the moon
Falling everyday like loose leaves
'Cause we speak often, but you're out of reach
And I'm only flesh and bone
So when you let me know
Put it gently, gently, gently, gently
Tender words don't come close
And nor do crescendos
It's a tidy bed full of thorns of a rose
But I lie in it
Hoping that there's a chance (chance)
That you too long for romance ('mance)
My heart is in your hazel hands
Sycamore tree
Your branches hang over me
So hauntingly
So hauntingly
Should I stay or should I leave
From under the sycamore tree?
Under the sycamore tree
You're the source of my pleasure (pleasure)
You're the source of my pain (pain)
I came here to ask you if the feeling goes both ways
It's killing me softly (softly)
Know what I want you to say
Just put it gently, gently, gently, gently
Sycamore tree
Your branches hang over me
So hauntingly
So hauntingly
Should I stay or should I leave
From under the sycamore tree?
Under the sycamore tree
English translation
It started just a seed
And everyday it grew a little more
Growing stronger and stronger
Lust rooted Mariana deep
There's a tension when you're next to me
I try to put it poetically
But tender words don't come close
And nor do crescendos
It's a tidy bed full of thorns of a rose
But I lie in it
Hoping that there's a chance (chance)
That you too long for romance ('mance)
My heart is in your hazel hands
Sycamore tree
Your branches hang over me
So hauntingly
So hauntingly
Should I stay or should I leave
From under the sycamore tree?
Under the sycamore tree
Under you, talking to the moon
Falling everyday like loose leaves
'Cause we speak often, but you're out of reach
And I'm only flesh and bone
So when you let me know
Put it gently, gently, gently, gently
Tender words don't come close
And nor do crescendos
It's a tidy bed full of thorns of a rose
But I lie in it
Hoping that there's a chance (chance)
That you too long for romance ('mance)
My heart is in your hazel hands
Sycamore tree
Your branches hang over me
So hauntingly
So hauntingly
Should I stay or should I leave
From under the sycamore tree?
Under the sycamore tree
You're the source of my pleasure (pleasure)
You're the source of my pain (pain)
I came here to ask you if the feeling goes both ways
It's killing me softly (softly)
Know what I want you to say
Just put it gently, gently, gently, gently
Sycamore tree
Your branches hang over me
So hauntingly
So hauntingly
Should I stay or should I leave
From under the sycamore tree?
Under the sycamore tree