Sylvia what will we do here we are were waiting
for you who will light the way from where where
we stand the darkness plays a golden hand you fed
us all with rotten pears but I don’t care sylvia
Such a gas your time has come and now must pass
who will light the way from where we stand the
darkness plays a golden hand you fed us all with
rotten pears but I don’t care sylvia what will
you