Agony (Instrumental Version)

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 light-hearted air.
"Ahh-ah-ah-ah-ah."
AGONY!
Far more painful the 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 Whats out of reach.
Am I not,
Sensitive
Clever
Well-Mannered
Considerate
Passionate
Charming
As kind as I'm Handsome
And heir to the throne?
You are eveything maidens could wish for
Then why no?
Do I know?
The girl must be mad.
You know nothing of maddness.
Till you're climbing her hair
and you see her up there
as you're nearing her
All the while hearing her.
"Ahh-ah-ah-ahhh."
AGONY!
MISERY!
WOE!
Though it's different for each.
Always ten steps behind.
All ways ten feet below.
And she's just out of reach
AGONY!
That can cut like a knife...
I must have her.
To Wife.