| Lyrics: | 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 |
