A tragic love,

An awaiting prince,

Half way across the sea,

In a tower you'll never miss,

He stands and waits,

For the princess that'll never come,

He just didn't understand true love.

A tragic love,

An awaiting princess,

Two halves of a way, across the sea,

In a cottage on the banks,

She stands and waits,

For the prince that'll never come,

She just sits and stands,

Staring at the sea,

The channel that flows beneath her feet.

They both wait,

A tragic love,

He dragged her home,

To his mother,

A war was fought for brave Helen.

He died he did,

After one single kiss,

On a dark stormy night,

A spear through his hip.

She cried and cried,

In the caves beneath her city,

Her desperate mind,

Longing for Paris.

She soon went crazy,

Yes she did,

Started imaging things,

A bump in the night,

The lights of the Eiffel tower from Paris.

She went cuckoo,

Yes she did,

There's nothing more to say,

Except she's dead.