Ophelia Lyrics

Oh my Ophelia

What a mess they've made out of you

What's a broken bridesmaid to do

When she's blown about like a paper bag on the wind?

Why don't you leave them to their pain

And put yourself on a train?

We can put their madness far behind you

Do you know the way from here to Los Alamos?

Because I've bought us both a seat

So we can be right there for when history repeats

And if the beat of a butterfly's wing

Could end up changing everything

Don't complain

Sit back and watch the rain

And if a single line of verse

Could bring some meaning to the universe

Find a pen

Before it disappears again

Before it disappears again

We could settle

In Shanghai or Beijing

Where they don't believe in kings

There amongst the traffic and the trade

We could earn a living wage

Gather rosebuds while we may

Plant poppy seeds on the road behind us

You could finally open up that restaurant

We could serve what the locals like

And sell oranges for the rest of both our lives

And if the beat of a butterfly's wing

Could end up changing everything

Don't complain

Sit back and watch the rain

And if a single line of verse

Could bring some meaning to the universe

Find a pen

Before it disappears again

Well I would have to be

Blasted by ecstasy

All dressed in poetry to see what you have seen

I would have to be

Blasted by ecstasy

All dressed in poetry to see what you have seen

I would have to be

Blasted by ecstasy

All dressed in poetry to see what you have seen

I would have to be

Blasted by ecstasy

All dressed in poetry to see what you have seen