Oh Sylvia

The kids all dance

Moving towards you in the evening trance

Oh Sylvia

You had to move

Given two choices and you had to choose

No no no

Oh Sylvia

Oh no no no

Oh oh oh

Oh Sylvia

It's a matter of taste

Weekends away with no time to waste

Oh no no

Oh Sylvia

Oh no no

Oh Sylvia

Sylvia

This is where it gets interesting

So you're walking through town on a cold Tuesday evening; the wind is blowing into your face and you have to move your coat upwards a bit. You make an exit to the left, by the café, go under the tunnel, cross the road and then you're by the waterfront. You watch a swan slide across the water, and suddenly you're back to where you were three months ago- in that strange twilight zone between Winter and Spring. You didn't quite know what to do at that time. You're still not very sure now. You just think to yourself

'well, what went wrong?'

Oh Sylvia

Oh no no

Oh oh oh

Oh Sylvia, oh Sylvia, oh Sylvia, oh Sylvia

Oh oh

Sylvia

Oh Sylvia

Listen to me now

Oh no no

Oh Sylvia

Oh oh

Oh Sylvia, oh Sylvia, oh Sylvia

Oh