Aslan and the Silver Queen   Couldn't stop time   Although they tried   Now just look at me   Seventeen and seventy   Turn it around   Follow me down   Midsummer night's dream      The bite of wind the taste of rain   Getting called names   Comets of pain   And other bright things   My favorite things and favorite places   Covered in kisses   When all of this is memories   What kind of creature shall I be?      >> how'd you get in here?   -- shh! It's a secret   >> tell me!   -- on flying heels and wagon wheels… (rest is unintelligible)      So I run out but not away   Shooting off sparks into the dark   Out in the street   'cause one day I am going to bloom   Patient and proud   With fish in my mouth   And eyes in my wings   What kind of creature shall I be?      Aslan and the Silver Queen   Turn it around   Follow me down   Midsummer night's dream