The Antlers - Sylvia an introduction

When you were y^Gounger, you had ^Bmnightmares You had ^Cscissor-pain and ^Gphantom ^G/F#limbs And ^Emthings that kept y^Amou nervous Through that ^Ctwelve-year interi^Dm When you ^Gfell crossing that ^Bmstreet South of ^CHouston, old Man^Ghattan ^G/F#land Those ^Emnightmares fell from^Am building-tops And ^Ctook you by the ^Dhand And you were ^Gbrought into those ^Bmrooms With sliding ^Ccurtains, shining ^Gchildren's ^G/F#heads And ^Emone of them, that ^Amboy Was not as ^Clucky as you ^Dthen But he ^Greturns to you at ^Bmnight Just when you ^Cthink you might have ^Gfallen ^G/F#asleep His ^Emface is up ^Amagainst yours And you're too ^Cterrified to ^Dspeak ^AmOh, Sylvi^Da ^AmOh, Sylvi^Da ^EmYou may think that I'm not ^Amlistening But I ^Cam, goddamn, I ^Dam I won't ^Gpretend I under^Bmstand Because I ^Ccan't, and know I ^Gnever ^G/F#will But ^Emsomething makes you ^Amsting And something ^Cmakes you want to ^Dkill It made you ^Gcrawl under that ^Bmhouse And stick your ^Chead under the ^Gstove ^G/F# It's ^Emall connected I^Amn those complicated ^Cnightmares that you ^Dwove ^AmOh, Sylvi^Da ^AmOh, Sylvi^Da You may ^Emthink that I'm not ^Amlistening But^C I am, goddamn,^D I am