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 Ooh
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 time 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 ooh 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, when 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!