Hey, Sylvan, what's to say? It feels so strange to sing your name this way. I'm lost for words, still looking for the one, still searching on the tip of my tongue. Hey, Sylvan, do you recall the summer we spent moving bricks and building cement walls? Through every midday, everyone would call. We laughed along and smiled at'em all.
And on the day, everybody came. You were there in a wooden picture frame, reminding me of a wedding we went to where you cried for the bride and now she's here to cry for you.
I guess we all fall in, fall out. Every good story has to end somehow. Here's your standing over on your last bow. You left the stage on fire and they'll never put it out, never put it out.
Hey, Sylvan, where'd you go? Yeah, I know you were always leaving early from the parties he would throw. We chased you down before you were gone. Oh, I wish I knew the street that you're on. Now it's safe, you never went away. You're in the ground, sure not living in a grave. I look around and I see what you gave, all proof of the life you embraced.
I guess we all fall in, fall out. Every good story has to end somehow. Here's your standing over on your last bow. You left the stage on fire and they'll never put it out, never put it out (x17).
And on the day, everybody came. You were there in a wooden picture frame, reminding me of a wedding we went to where you cried for the bride and now she's here to cry for you.
I guess we all fall in, fall out. Every good story has to end somehow. Here's your standing over on your last bow. You left the stage on fire and they'll never put it out, never put it out.
Hey, Sylvan, where'd you go? Yeah, I know you were always leaving early from the parties he would throw. We chased you down before you were gone. Oh, I wish I knew the street that you're on. Now it's safe, you never went away. You're in the ground, sure not living in a grave. I look around and I see what you gave, all proof of the life you embraced.
I guess we all fall in, fall out. Every good story has to end somehow. Here's your standing over on your last bow. You left the stage on fire and they'll never put it out, never put it out (x17).