He lived in a palace
On a mountain of gold...

You look at me and what you see
Is not what is inside of me...

Twelve is the number of years you were min.
Wonderful is what every moment with you was...

The prisoner sat alone in his cell,
Begging his God to end this long hell...

I don't understand it,
The day is so great...

The world is not light,
It is very dark...

I'd gather rainbows,
And tie them in bunches...

My broken heart,
Will never heal...