Letras
Blue as the ocean on the canvas
He's not in the picture anymore
Why is it so hard to let it go?
Not every beginning has a story
Not every story has a chance
She used to like September as it ends
Dancing in between
She wants to float but drowning
Is there really something left to say?
Sylvia, Sylvia
You're fighting for a reason
But there's no one to accuse
Oh
Sylvia, Sylvia
He's asking you to stay but
You're lacing up your shoes
Ten minutes guided meditation
Two minutes in and you get bored
Things that make you happy
They don't work
One step at a time they say
But you just wanna run away
Cut ties, cut ties
Still hurts, the fucking good byes
She tries to break it down
Why it always has to come around
Same features of the storyline
You don't wanna talk to him but
You could write a symphony
Is there really something left to say?
Sylvia, Sylvia
You're fighting for a reason
But there's no one to accuse
Oh
Sylvia, Sylvia
He's asking you to stay but
You're lacing up your shoes
Take the last train home
What a night what a mess
His name on the screen
This emotional chess
Emergency number just when he's falling apart
She writes and deletes
Disappearing three dots
I get that you love me
I'd rather you not
The train is arriving
Girl it's time to cut it off
Sylvia, Sylvia
Not even trying to accuse
You know it's over
Oh
Sylvia, Sylvia
You cannot stay
No you can't stay
Sylvia
You're fighting for a reason
But there's no one to accuse
Oh
Sylvia, Sylvia
He's asking you to stay but
You're lacing up your shoes