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 now