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it was a sunny day, humid haze
counting lines on your face
your smile stays with cracks gently laid
inside your heart is smiling through
inside is where i smile too

railroad tracks i long to pass
walking along with you
like a page i cant seem to erase
we’re building more than i could do
we’re building holding on to You

there’s a sycamore climbing high
its branches barely touch the sky
when it all seems hard to come through
ill grab hold of You
we’ll grab hold of You

dark of night, plum set skies
wishing on a shooting star
summer screams and reveals our dreams
tomorrow doesn’t seem so far
tomorrow you can kiss my heart

footprints leak upon the street
puddles filled with hope
only God knows when we’ll see his end
He knows just what we’ll always need
He always finds a way to me

there’s a sycamore climbing high
its branches barely touch the sky
when it all seems hard to come through
ill grab hold of You
we’ll grab hold of You

there’s a sycamore climbing high
its branches barely touch the sky
when it all seems hard to come through
ill grab hold of You
we’ll grab hold of Youit was a sunny day, humid haze

counting lines on your face
your smile stays with cracks gently laid
inside your heart is smiling through
inside is where i smile too

railroad tracks i long to pass
walking along with you
like a page i cant seem to erase
we’re building more than i could do
we’re building holding on to You

there’s a sycamore climbing high
its branches barely touch the sky
when it all seems hard to come through
ill grab hold of You
we’ll grab hold of You

dark of night, plum set skies
wishing on a shooting star
summer screams and reveals our dreams
tomorrow doesn’t seem so far
tomorrow you can kiss my heart

footprints leak upon the street
puddles filled with hope
only God knows when we’ll see his end
He knows just what we’ll always need
He always finds a way to me

there’s a sycamore climbing high
its branches barely touch the sky
when it all seems hard to come through
ill grab hold of You
we’ll grab hold of You

there’s a sycamore climbing high
its branches barely touch the sky
when it all seems hard to come through
ill grab hold of You
we’ll grab hold of You