She slowly dances in the headlight
The song that’s playing feeds their appetite
The sun drops mildly in the parking lot
A teardrop falls for what he hasn’t got

She moves in colors casting light
A glimmering shadow on the coldest of nights
The presence of a warm embrace
A constant ending with a different face

Come to me sweet Sylvia

The skies the clouds I feel they’re falling
Another page the book unfolding
Suffocation lack of breathing
Another happy heart is bleeding

She moves in colors casting light
A glimmering shadow on the coldest of nights
I saw you once in memory
What else to do but wait for you?

Come to me sweet Sylvia

My pillow weeps of sadness
As a bookshelf turns to dust
I lay upon a window sill of agony and lust
I hold tight onto secrets upon doors open shut
And wake between the madness
With skin cells closely cut

Come to me sweet Sylvia

– Lyrics by C. Hoffman