King Christian (alternative version)

Self-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 hands the land was flourshing

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 las 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 las ticking tock
I shall ascend at last
Like a question never asked

Far away, moving faster everyday
Though I did not lose myself
I was hurt and overwhelmed
Once again we're triumphant in the end
There'll be tears to from a lake
Even kings can make mistakes.