There was a prince, there was a tower,
And a princess aging, hour by hour,
He tore to the tower and climbed her long hair,
Only the beginning to his sick love affair
Week by week he met her there
Crawling up her long, long hair
And night by night she prayed,
One day he would take her away.
There was a prince, there was a tower,
And a princess aging, hour by hour,
Winter came and the snow took hold,
The prince was not so brave and bold,
She feared her lover had perished,
Her prince whom she so dearly cherished
No, in fact there was a castle closer to his own,
With a princess to her unknown,
So she watched year by year,
And her prince no longer came near,
And day by day, week by week,
She became so broken she could hardly speak.
Chains of steel around her tower,
Screaming out into the midnight hour,
Dust just laying on the floor,
A princess without a door,
And a prince without a conscience,
Lost in his own vain presumptions.
That she was not as easy or as sweet,
Too much of her left incomplete,
It's called a challenge, if love's not that,
What is there to keep it intact?
