She’s not afraid to infiltrate my dreams
When the clock strikes midnight,
her angelic figure visits and glows like a sprite
Underneath the dim moonlight,
you can see her in heavy shadow
Sylvia in my head now,
Sylvia in my bed
Where is she going?
Sylvia, please come back
In the bathtub she sinks low
A hidden mermaid, she bathes
in the shallow blue water
Writing her unusual, beautiful
words on the steam covered mirror
Sylvia in my head now,
Sylvia in my bed now
Where is she going?
Sylvia, please come back
I can hear her at my desk,
making music on the typewriter
Lyric lovely in my mouth
Lyric lovely on my tongue
No more doubt, no more doubt
Sylvia in my head now,
Sylvia in my bed now
Where is she going now?
Sylvia, please come back
As she leaves, traveling back home
I venture back to my slumber
In the morning, I see what she left behind,
pages of her voice echoing through the walls,
a vase of red tulips symbolizing her kiss goodbye
Sylvia in my head now,
Sylvia in my bed now
Where is she going now?
Sylvia, please come back now.