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 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.
You throw yourself against the wall.

And it's strange how the feeling goes;
All change - down the river 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.

It's so strange when the feeling goes;
All change - down the river Ophelia goes.

It's so strange when the feeling goes;
All change - down the river Ophelia goes.

It's so strange - down the river...