CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Agony
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 lighthearted air… A-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah…
Agony, far more painful than 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 what's out of rеach?
Am I not sensitive, clevеr, well-mannered, considerate
Pa**ionate, charming, as kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?
You are everything maidens could wish for
Then why no?
Do I know?
The girl must be mad
You know nothing of madness
'Til you're climbing her hair, and you see her
Up there, as you're nearing her
All the while hearing her "A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah"
Agony
Misery
Woe
Though it's different for each
Always ten steps behind—
Always ten feet below—
And she's just out of reach
Agony that can cut like a knife
I must have her to wife
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 lighthearted air… A-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah…
Agony, far more painful than 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 what's out of rеach?
Am I not sensitive, clevеr, well-mannered, considerate
Pa**ionate, charming, as kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?
You are everything maidens could wish for
Then why no?
Do I know?
The girl must be mad
You know nothing of madness
'Til you're climbing her hair, and you see her
Up there, as you're nearing her
All the while hearing her "A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah"
Agony
Misery
Woe
Though it's different for each
Always ten steps behind—
Always ten feet below—
And she's just out of reach
Agony that can cut like a knife
I must have her to wife