Set aside a sofa lull and cityscape, we were lost in a different place, palatine's and thief's can lead the way.

Pack some wine, a rug and a magazine, sandwiches and a SodaStream, and know Monday can wait till we get clean.

Everything was open, easy, I had my reasons, Sylvan Weekends.

Count up all the things that we could have had, I was left in a body bag, each of us can choose which way to leave. 

We were last awake till the end of night, woke up (first) to a pillow fight, morning knocked me off my broken feet. 

Everything was open, easy, I had my reasons, Sylvan Weekends.

Everything was tilting, leaning, we had our season, Sylvan weekends.

All along the woods, through the wind, I hear the wolfpack sing.

Howling in the trees, I would see what I thought was the end.

Never had a warning sign feel like a greeting from a friend.

I was never going to give you up, I was never going to give you up, I found my feet.

Everything was open, easy, I had my reasons, Sylvan Weekends.

Everything was tilting, leaning, we had our season, Sylvan weekends.