Peter Hammill
Ophelia
That token drag on your cigarette
That well-known face in the fire
It could be someone you can't forget
Someone you've learned 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
You throw yourself against the wall

And it's strange . . . How thе feeling goes
All change . . . Down the rivеr Ophelia goes

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 . . . How the feeling goes
All change . . . Down the river Ophelia goes
And it's strange . . . How the feeling goes
All change . . . Down the river Ophelia goes

And it's strange, strange, strange
Down the river