Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
Pray for a day in the coming of spring
When ginger snapdragons will fly
Come around the outside there's a trip that I'd love you to feel
It's the coming of spring, and the poet says it's a big deal
And the cinnamon wig's on your head so full of surprise
There's a trace of doubt in your head and I'm bent on making it lies
So many people will never know
So many people will never know
Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
Pray for a day in the coming of spring
When ginger snapdragons will fly wing to wing
Did I mention the sale on Dr. Kavorkian's machine
When the angel of thrust invaded my suicide scene
A Shakespearian girl cried a tear when the whales were all gone
There's a trace of doubt in your head and I'm bent on turning it on
So many people will never know
So many people will never know
Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
Pray for a day in the coming of spring
When ginger snapdragons will fly wing to wing
And the company fair
Sings my baby blue
And the Juliet's pearl on the oyster that's spreading so wide
Hides a mannequin's skin, on the floor a banana peel slide
In addition to love there's so many instincts to go
There's a trace of a doubt in your head and I'm bent on letting it show
So many people will never know
So many people will never know, no!
Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
Pray for a day in the coming of spring
When ginger snapdragons will fly wing to wing
Dear Sylvia I wish you were here
I was hung up when the weather turned cold
Pray for a day in the coming of spring
When ginger snapdragons will fly wing to wing
And the company fair
Sings my baby blue