A man's allowed to cry today...
To put his feelings on display
No ridicule and no disgrace
We've lost a king, but not his face

And should I fall apart in public
It's allowed. No...it's demanded
Zoom in, see how small I am
I'm humble now but, I hope, big-hearted

Let me be confetti on my grave

And all the secrets kept within these walls are scattered on the wind
He's human now. He's clipped his wings
The king is dead. Long live the king!

Black ribbons hang now from his portrait
Candles flicker as the day breaks
Still he mutters, still he shakes...
We've lost a king, but not his face

Still we wait for wisdom at his grave