Did I abuse her or show her disdain?
Why does she run from me?
If I should lose her, how shall I regain
The heart she has won from me?
Agony beyond power of speech
When the one thing you want is the only thing out of your reach
High in her tower, she sits by the hour
Maintaining her hair
Blithe and becoming and frequently humming
A lighthearted air
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Agony far more painful than yours
When you know she would go with you if there only were doors
Agony, oh, the torture they teach
What's as intriguing or half so fatiguing as what's out of reach?
Am I not sensitive, clever
Well-mannered, considerate, passionate, charming
As kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?
You are everything maidens could wish for
Then why no?
Do I know?
Is that girl must be mad
You know nothing of madness
'Til you're climbing her hair
And you see her up there, as you're nearing her
All the while hearing her
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Agony, misery
Although it's different for each
Always ten steps behind, always ten feet below
And she's just out of reach
Agony that can cut like a knife
I must have her tonight
