Some deception   Shadows are forming   Copenhagen Saturday morning      1577, there was born a king of   Architectural passion   Conqueror and artist   Placed in dire peril, he would soon be victor   By his hand the land was flourishing      All I do is run tonight, even twice as sweet but half as bright   I did not intend to impersonate a friend   If I didn't know my luck, listen to the clock's last ticking tock   I shall ascend at last, like a question never asked      Does he not see the calm foreboding sea reflecting   She who he has forsaken   Queen Anna...      All I do is run tonight, even twice as sweet but half as bright   I did not intend to impersonate a friend   I could not remain your friend, lest it would have made a difference then   Could it possibly?   Well, no thanks to you and me      In the water he could not see her   His disorder made their love splinter fast      All I do is run tonight, even twice as sweet but half as bright   I did not intend to impersonate a friend   If I didn't know my luck, listen to the clock's last ticking tock   I shall ascend at last, like a question never asked      Far away   We went faster every day   Though I did not lose myself   I was hurt and overwhelmed      Once again   We're triumphant in the end   There'll be tears to form a lake   Even kings can make mistakes