A King And A Queen - Okkervil River

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

(Until we crumble to dust when we’re crushed by a single sunbeam)