dont wear this crown
dont run this town
where you are all alone
maybe youll fail
maybe youll sail, let go
chased by the shade of the crown
guided by the voice of your own
"melt!" said the king to the arctic ocean
"freeze!" said the wind to the king
steering the course through the coldness
love is hard to confess
chased by the shade of the crown
guided by the voice of your own
everything and anything and nothing will kill your desire
everything and anything and nothing will hold you down
everything and anything and nothing will kill your desire
everything and anything and nothing will hold the crown