Martha - Sycamore

^BMy body's starting to decay, My^E mouth is dry, I'm trying to fight the urge to ^Bfall sleep, I don't wanna die,^{E B}Soil begins to pull me down, Sub^Emerged from head to toe, I can feel my b-b-b^Body's spread,

But I'm ^Etaking root and starting to grow, [Chorus] ^BI'm a beautiful sycamore, Oh, ^EI don't have to care about anything anymore,

^BYou'll try to ^F#find me and I unders^Etand, You know this city like the ^Bback of your hand, But ^F#deep roots are holding me ^Edown, ^BWe said one day we'd ^F#run away, But it's been ^Etwenty seven years and I don't recall your ^Bname, Oh G^F#od I can't remember your ^Ename.