(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