Ophelia - Peter Hammill

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.