Sylvia - Emmy The Great

If you’re all that you’re cracked up to be

Sylvia, come and sit with me

And hold my hand, for comfort’s sake

If who you are eventually

Is all that forms your destiny

If character equates to fate

Then I’m not great

But it’s not in me to complain

Oh, girl in white, come close to me

Hold my hand, pass notes to me

Unquestioning in dormitories

We string our beads and fill our plates

The days repeat and play again

And times goes by so idly

Writing in your diary

And every line the same:

That if this is life

Then why does it feel like I’m dreaming?

Oh, if this is life

Then why does it feel like I’m far away?

And

And if this is life

Then why does it feel like I’m dreaming?

Oh, if this is life

Then why does it feel like I’m far away?

And if this is life

Then, Sylvia —

Arriving at the window like the milk

All dressed in white

Tell me what you are

And tell me, if my character is fate

Do I confine myself

'Til I find a way to dream us all awake?

It’s weird

Sometimes, well, I swear I don’t remember how you came

Oh, and, girl in white

Just tell me if you think I’m dreaming

Oh, if this is life

Then why does it feel like I’m far away?

Oh, and this is life

But still it does feel like I’m dreaming

And if this is life

Then, Sylvia —