To be seen by admiring eyes
And by those who look with envy
Those who look with contempt
At the people under the glory
Always a smile on the screen
Captured by the camera eye
Silent kingdom in the nights
Well described by glittering lies
Do you know what they do
(In the arms of the night)
They live just like me and you
(In the arms of the night)
People say we’re all born free, these days
The children of the king will be prisoners, always
To be a face in the crowd
The impossible dream
Smiling, but possibly
Not as happy as they seem
A tragic accident
In the road, his highness dead
Exclusive pictures show
All the blood is red
Little hand, exploring your way
The papers will tell you how to behave