Give me a rose, give me a letter, tell me a thousand words, if it makes you feel better. I'll sit in my tower and watch you go by. Riding your white horse, so fast you could fly. I honestly thought it would work out, my big dreams gave me hope. But this isn't a fairytale, my tower's to high, I'm not your princess and we have no rope. So I'll stay here and you stay there, don't worry too much, I don't have a care. I'll sit here, read your letters and wonder if some day, you're white horse might grow wings and carry me far away.