The king of Egypt is a girl

Who sits alone on top of the world

And everyday he asks the sun to come down

But all the sun can do is laugh

He doesn't give out autographs

He's just a fire spinning round in someone's hand

It's so hard to bow down

To take your crown and give it up



There's a brighter sun

Bright enough for everyone

Brighter than the sun

There's a light for everyone



With all the candles in this room

A single match could kill the gloom

The queen of seven shining and so sad

She is the king of her own lie

Mirrors instead of eyes

In the darkness spinning round in someone's hand

It's so hard to leave the stars

Just where they are and give it up



So come on down – come back down

Take your crown and give it up, give it up…