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.