Agony

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