Sylvia Lyrics

Tangerine peel on a blood-lit sky

Tingle on the fingertips, catcher in the rye

Open up the dark feed the words in your head

Spill them like a feather or a tonne of lead

Colour on your mind, shadows move within

Moving through the day with an inverse grin

Trouble in the yew tree, me too, three

Animal souls and a swarm of bees

Bringing in a metaphor

Throwing out a rhyme

There's honey in the hive

But you're running out of time

There's ink in the pen

But the paper's all wet

Write it on your skin

So you don't forget

Take your seat at the snowflake show

Watched it for so long that the grass did grow

Trouble in the yew tree, me too, three

Animal souls and a swarm of bees

Bringing in a metaphor

Throwing out a rhyme

There's honey in the hive

But you're running out of time

There's ink in the pen

But the paper's all wet

Write it on your skin

So you don't forget

There's honey in the hive

But you're running out of time

Write it on your skin

So you don't forget