Sylvia’s lost in the kitchen
The marble and laminate cold to the cold of her skin
The day’s almost done and she hasn’t the strength to begin
The white mist clings to Sylvia’s window
Just a little lost cloud reaching out, held back by the glass pane
It’s a desperate friend, or Sylvie, is it only the rain?
She wants to believe for the sake of believing, but faith has abandoned her here
And this promising day turned to faded beige grey, so she waits for her man to appear
He comes home, Sylvie Sovay,
He’s only home late cos he’s having one hell of a day
Briefcase flung, she’s left stung by his rage at the mess she’ll have made
But why listen when you could fire on Sovay?
Fire on Sylvie Sovay.
Sylvia takes the bus to the town park,
She breathes quiet the clammy stale air as she clings to her seat
And she runs from the steps to the green with the dirt at her feet.
Sylvia when you’re sad for no reason,
It’s hard just to get through the day without feeling betrayed.
When there’s no-one to blame you’ll be blaming the life you once craved
She’s broken too much so she’s hiding her love in the shapes of the skeleton trees
She’s cried all she can and her crystalline tears are hanging where once there were leaves.
She goes home, Sylvie Sovay,
She’s got back late and he’s having one hell of a day
Fists are flung, she’s left stung by his rage at her bone-idle ways
But why listen when you could fire on Sovay?
Fire on Sylvie Sovay.
Sylvia dreamt of the future
But what’s there to work for when finally our dreams come true?
When the songs are all sung what’s the heroine left with to do.
How is it so hard to tell?
If you ask if he loves you you’re damning the whole thing to hell
But the pain of being lost in perdition might kill you as well
Silvie Sovay, her mind’s burning today, she can’t take being lost anymore
So dressed all in disguise she’ll take him by surprise, time to see what her loving’s been for
And she’s gone, Sylvie Sovay
With his gun in her pocket she’s having one hell of a day
When they started out she never thought they could end up this way
Oh why listen when you could fire on Sovay?
She wants starry skies but they’re already taken
And in his trying eyes she sees her love forsaken
