(Ooh)

In the half-light, single-traffic light
Where Elizabeth composed herself
And having done the deed
She pointed at her sleeve
And pulled the trigger on the antonym

Release the demon Sylvian fraud tonight
I see you in my line of sight
Dressed in golden fleece
Please, don't let your children die tonight
Whatever is wrong or right
Let them sleep in peace

And where the rosе converged
Wild foxes on thе curb
Poison ivy, poison motherhood
How can I think of this?
The one paralysis
The kiss of Niobe persuaded it

And when our laureate left
She did it for the best
And raised her single wing with confidence
For if she stayed instead
With wildness on her head
She would've killed us without consequence

Release the demon Sylvian fraud tonight
I see you in my line of sight
Dressed in golden fleece
Please, don't let your children die tonight
Whatever is wrong or right
Let them sleep in ease