Silvia - Jens Lekman

Oh Silvia

I was dancing to Michael Jackson, oh Silvia

When I heard your German accent, oh Silvia

And I went down on my knees for her majesty

Your royal highness

Is that how you shall be adressed?

Oh her highness

I’m always at your service, oh her highness

Will you listen when I now confess

I’ve been hurting again, a cold black diamond

The same kind of pain that I had when I was seven

Do you remember when I shook your hand?

Oh Silvia

I took my bike to the cemetery, oh Silvia

And I claimed my territory, oh Silvia

Smoked a cigarette, blew smoke rings in the face of Death

And this town will be cold when it gets hit by a comet

By the harbor, we found a boat with your name written on it

And I had blood in my mouth when I spit

Oh Silvia

Oh her highness

I heard you say in some interview that «feminist»

Was something that didn’t suit you--a lack of interest perhaps

Or maybe you’re just stupid and inbred

But I still remember when I saw you as a goddess

Your picture on my wall so gentle and modest

Do you see these tears in my face?

I thought we had a deal

That the one who falls from grace

Would be the one to kneel

Now it’s just you and me, Silvia

Don’t shed no useless tears

Oh Silvia, no one will care in a hundred years

No one will ever forget your name

They’ll look after your grave

«But it’s not the same,» you say

Now it’s just you and me, Silvia

It’s just you and me

It’s just you and me