He’s up with the sun in Budapest
Defender of the crown
He’ll kill for her in Monaco
Before the sun goes down

Poised in a white tuxedo
Next to the blonde debutante
Gambling at the casino
He always gets what he wants

Under the sheets in her chateau
Her loyalty fails the test
A feverish crescendo
The secrets that she confessed

The heat from a night of passion
Cools in the cold light of day
Embers fade into ashes
Cold as his resumé

Now he’s caught between the ice and fire
The steam begins to rise
The water freezes, the fire burns
The spirit in his eyes

In the darkest hour, when hope is lost
And heroes turn away
A silhouette stands against the sun
To live another day

He walks along the razor’s edge
Of danger and romance
He takes her hand not knowing
If this is his last dance

Blood stains red the roses
Its owner dragged away
Love is a promise to no one
And tomorrow’s another day

And now he’s caught between the ice and fire
His country turns away
All alone, he rises up to fight another day

Now the sun is setting, he is feeling older
A lifetime spent in service to the queen
The competition’s younger and bolder every day
It’s black or white; there’s nothing in between

A jet leaves trails across the sky
The fight today is won
Love is lost as always,
And the next fight has begun

Still he’s caught between the ice and fire
The steam begins to rise
The water freezes, the fire burns
The spirit in his eyes

In the darkest hour, when hope is lost
And heroes turn away
A silhouette stands against the sun
To live another day