Sylvan

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 searchin on the tip of my tongue
Hey Silvan, 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 Silvan, where’d you go?
Yeah, I know you were always leavin early from the parties
We 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