King Christian by Mew

1577 there was born a king of architectual passion. Placed in dire peril he would stand tall and erect, in retrospect. 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 last ticking tock. I shall ascend at last, like a question never asked. Think him not so good natured, oh no, not the slightest bit. Quite the opposite. Because even though he would build things, he onto his queen was mean, pour Anna Katherine, she’s crying. 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. Hey, this is the king speaking to ya´. Bet you didn’t think I’d make it this far. But I know you all remember old Christian. I was number 4, you see. And people will think of me and say: A good king he! And cry…