"Sylvia Something" as written by and Anton Barbeau....
I fell from ceiling
Landed on nothing
Landed so gently
Back of a Bentley

I made my phone call
Here answered sweetly
Almost I love you
Not quite completely

Sylvia something between us
Sylvia something between us

Below the candle
Wax in a puddle
And down the anthill
Ants in a huddle

Anyway I miss you like a madman
Sylvia something between us

I lay on my bed staring up at the ceiling
The ceiling I've stared at and mentioned before
This time the paint was no longer just peeling
But speaking in tongues to the shoes on the floor

The candle was lit and its flame was on fire
The rain falling green on the moss at the door
I knew that in mares I had gone forever
That you were the only one holding on more

I sat on the front porch the fog drizzled midnight
Was creeping around keeping low to the ground
A snail was munching a finely formed fungus
The spores of the universe were sensing of sound

The Aztecs were right and I couldn't stop grinning
The future of music was sci-fi for sure
I called you by dialing the 12th of October
The details escape in a beautiful glow

Fevered and freezing
Tender and teasing
Kissing and loving
Warm winter glowing

But if you will not marry me
Then who will lead the baby
Sylvia something between us


Lyrics submitted by ftdbb49

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