Ivory, carnelian, tiger's eye, gold Poets are creatures of habit, you know But beauty that kindles a song or a story Is surely old hat to you now
Tidal waves, tears, and the taste of ice cream I lift up my veils and you show me your seams We'll take on the guises of all of our dreams In a dance bold and soft as a vow
We can be anything, anything We can be anything We can be anything
And your name is all crystal and sweet violin When your fingers trace silent brocades on my skin And the whole of my world is a mischievous grin Looking up at the stars in your eyes
Summer is taken, oh, quite by surprise By the autumn, and winter was never this warm And I stand open-handed and soaked in your storm I'll be your ingénue, you'll be my king
We can be anything, anything We can be anything We can be anything
And I'll fly through the snow and I'll stay up all night Tie me in silk and hold on to me tighter I'll try and I'll try until I get it right And by touch mend the tears in my words
Teach me the language of angles and curves But don't tell the secret you see in my face When you watch me through layers of velvet and lace You'll be the goddess, and I'll be the raven who sings
We can be anything We can be anything We can be anything We can be anything
Ivory, carnelian, tiger's eye, gold We poets are truly predictable, no? But the role of the Muse who inspires the soul Is surely old hat to you nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
