Sylvia (An Introduction) – The AntlersBy When you were younger, you had nightmaresYou had scissor-pain and phantom limbsAnd things that kept you nervousThrough that twelve-year interimWhen you fell crossing that streetSouth of Houston, old Manhattan landThose nightmares fell from building-topsAnd took you by the handAnd you were brought into those roomsWith sliding curtains, shining children’s headsAnd one of them, that boyWas not as lucky as you thenBut he returns to you at nightJust when you think you might have fallen asleepHis face is up against yoursAnd you’re too terrified to speakOh, SylviaOh, SylviaYou may think that I’m not listeningBut I am, goddamn, I amI won’t pretend I understandBecause I can’t, and know I never willBut something makes you stingAnd something makes you want to killIt made you crawl under that houseAnd stick your head under the stoveIt’s all connectedIn those complicated nightmares that you woveOh, SylviaOh, SylviaYou may think that I’m not listeningBut I am, goddamn, I am www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20