Poor Sylvester Lyrics

Rays of light and stardust

Are all just fine

But life is long when the clocks are wrong

Most of the time

Poor Sylvester let it fester

In his mind

Losing balance, fraying strands

Of life lines

Chances are he's lost his marbles

This time

Splitting threads of memories

For a sign

That the empty space behind your face

Is the same kind

Of energy that lets us be

Like sunshine

Velvet thoughts and mystic prayers

All combine

In spiritually charged webs

Of design

Poor Sylvester pestered

By the divine

Falling forward back into

A decline