Letra da Música: Sycamore - Saint Etienne

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na i'm thinking of them i'm thinking of your new green dress i saw it unfold
on my (?) near Bepindton Fair tall sycamores,
your raven hair i saw it so slow through the tall grass na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na i'm thinking of them
i'm thinking of strings
through the air the night was so long and dizzy let's travel again to fall upon three chimneys well the tower so
low you were mistaken