Self-deception, shadows are forming
Copenhagen, Saturday morning

1577, there was a born a king of
Architectural passion, conqueror and artist
Placed in dire peril, he would soon be victor
By his hammer land was flourishing

All I do [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, moving 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