If you want to see and be seen, then be seen Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green Make a scene But don't lie on the bed Laid out like you're dead Because honey, you're murdering me Be a little sheep learning who'll shear and who'll feed The hands come and they leave Be hands holding a knife Be a being on two feet With his heart trembling Butchering for a king he believes in though he's never seen Be the princess in that stone tower Crying for that handsome butcher's plight (And, as some princess might, she still calls him a knight) But the best thing for you would be queen, so be queen You're all that I need Though I know that it never can be I'd be pleased to post your decrees To fall at your knees To name all your streets and to sit down and weep When you're carried back through them And set down to sleep And to lie by your side for sublime centuries ('Til we crumble to dust when we're crushed by a single sunbeam)