Bronze Radio Return - Sylvan

Hey Sylvan, what's to say? It feels so strange to sing your name this way. I'm lost for words, still looking for the one, still searchin on the tip of my tongue. Hey Silvan, do you recall the summer we spent moving bricks and building cement walls? Through every midday, everyone would call. We laughed along and smiled at em all.

And on the day, everybody came. You were there in a wooden picture frame, reminding me of a wedding we went to where you cried for the bride and now she's here to cry for you.

I guess we all fall in, fall out. Every true story has to end somehow. Here's your standing over on your last bow. You left the stage on fire and they'll never put it out, never put it out.

Hey Silvan, where'd you go? Yeah, I know you were always leavin early from the parties we would throw. We chased you down before you were gone. Oh, I wish I knew the street that you're on. Now it's safe, you never went away. You're in the ground, sure not living in a grave. I look around and I see what you gave, all proof of the life you embraced.

I guess we all fall in, fall out. Every true story has to end somehow. Here's your standing over on your last bow. You left the stage on fire and they'll never put it out, never put it out (x17).