It’s lonely out here,
Even though there are a hundred people running about.
It’s as punishing as the cruel jailer, Without you here.
Where are you in this painfully wondrous night ?
Have you ever thought about being here with me?
I have, every day and every night after coming here.
Baby, can’t you see
You’re the only one for whom I care
Maybe I’m a bit naive
For thinking I could have the angel princess
When what you wanted was nothing short of a knight in the shining armor
I’m sorry I’m the peasant, whose hands you touch everyday for handing out coins
I am naive
For thinking I could have your hand in marriage
It’s so cold out here
Wish you were here
– From Jar’s secret archives