_see - cah - moh - re_
you used to say that
the wrong ones
dont matter to you, baby-
_what if im wrong?_
what if i'm not the right one
for you
_see - cah - moh - re_
you used to say that
the wrong ones
don't matter to you, darling-
but what if you are?
and _you're not the right one_
_for me?_
_sturdy, sturdy_
as the sycamore tree
is my love for you,
my darling thee
but as the roots, spreading
continuously till bedrock-
_there is end to us,_
_there is end to love._
_see - cah - moh - re_
you say that
the right ones dont matter to you now
for they have no stories
to tell
no regrets to burn
and like the sycamore tree
that you've always pronounce wrong;
till there is growth in stagnation.
_I know you're right for me._