A King and a Queen

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

Ladadada

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