Venus loved Dapne and so did Apollo
So why can`t I make myself like a tree?
Why must I burn daily and nightly
When nobody`s running - well not after me.
Must I wait, must I pray.
For something good to come my way?
Oh Daphne was stupid! Oh, how could she do it?
How could she turn a prince from her door?
`Cause if you came calling, boy i`d let you in
But you don`t come calling, not anymore.
So I wait, and I grow old
When i`m dead, then you`ll know.
Do you know?
You know.