Reach the city steps tonight
Following the power lines
Met a man barside
With eclipses for eyes
And you tell yourself you wont let them touch

Did I say too much did I say enough
I don't know Sylvia
I don't know Sylvia

Circle round the room still
Breaking my will

Know I can't have you here
Someone else on your skin

And it's all my fault for not getting off
And you made it start, can you make it stop?
You don't know Sylvia
You don't know Sylvia

Reach the city steps tonight
Following the power lines

And your skin is so white
Underneath the black night
And your voice calls out for the Coup de grace
When the lights go out... will there be a trace?
I don't know Silvia
That I loved, Silvia
That I loved, Silvia

Bolts

There's more than miles of distance between us
And it takes less than an inch given for this to bust
(it takes trust)

a beauty bolted out from the ground
and my first idea was to bolt it down

it needed water so i brought some down
i knew moderation but it felt nice to drown

she plucked it clean and i scolded her,
because being heartfelt just emboldened her

because silky skin isn't the same within,
her sandpaper is what made it through thick and thin

i watched her fall with my heart in hand,
now i stay here with no place to land

because sometimes you need to settle in,
and get to know the person you aren't with

i saw the rose i wanted to bolt down to my heart,
but the rose needed a new branch to start

i don't care to learn what I could have been with you,
i'm not interested in what i can see right through

i guess it feels nice to say adieu,
i couldn't say the same about knowing you

feels like i cannot kiss you hard enough
not even if i bore right through you
it's just such physicality is not that much,
past our youth

we're set to be dead men whenever
to leave here tetherless
and at the end of our lives
it's good to be the only thing left

smile for me if you can
i want to have that in my head
smile for me if you can
i want to have that in my head

Was it the lightwaves

The bird and the skeleton represent lovers, while the little girl represents a woman who loved the bird, but resented his gift of love, and cheated on him with "the skeleton" (keep in mind they are representations) The bird trusted her, but was betrayed. He still loved her, nevertheless.