Damien Rice - Ophelia

Your pen burns me
Your tongue spurns me
Your hair breaks my fall
I wanted to swim
Where your neck flows to your shoulder

Your eyes bleed me
And your thighs scream at me

Ophelia, Ophelia lay down your hair
I'll climb the walls into your lair
You'll try to shape each day
It's not plasticine
It'll drip through your fingers

And your eyes bleed me
And your thighs scream at me Striking blue obsession
Filling brims with potion
Resolving her prediction
I've done enough

For you
For you

And your eyes bleed me
And your thighs scream at me

Ophelia, Ophelia lay down your hair