Testo di Ophelia

That token drag on your cigarette, that well-known face in the fire, it could be someone you can't forget, someone you've learnt to admire. And it's strange how the feeling goes; all change - down the river Ophelia goes. You're treading water, the price is steep, you say you'll cope with it all; you've made some promises you can't keep, you throw yourself against the wall, you throw yourself against the wall. And it's strange... You heard a noise in the firegrate, you look to see who goes there - it's just the stranger, he's come too late and even he's unprepared to find the cupboard so bare And it's strange... down the river Ophelia goes.