Sweet Ophelia

Can you see me?
The lights are growing dim
Through the mirror
The outside comes within

And your thoughts
Come tumbling in
In their dayglow pinwheel spin
As you're falling
Falling through the din

Can you see me?
I'm hanging from the trees
Cheshire's grinning
And hiding in the green

And the wind blows through the leaves
Like a velvet tambourine
As it's ringing
And riding on the breeze

Ohhhh... ahhhh...
Ohhhh... ahhhh...

Sweet ophelia
You're not making much sense
Down the river
You're drowning in that dress

And you're such a tangled mess
And it seems you're in distress
As your singing
Singing to your death

Ohhhh... ahhhh...
Ohhhh... ahhhh...
Ohhhh... ohhhh...
Ohhhh... ohhhh...