Mew

Self-deception, shadows are forming
Copenhagen, Saturday morning
1577, there was a born a king of
Architectural passion, conqueror and artist
Placed in dire peril, he would soon be victor
By his hammer land was flourishing
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
Does he not see the calm foreboding sea reflecting
She who he has forsaken, Queen Anna?
All I do is run tonight
Even twice as sweet but half as bright
I did not intend
To impersonate a friend