Ophelia

She walks with her head tilted low you can't know They love her well but not with their heads missing lens Fine wine; let her breathe Thoughts you can't conceive Let her breathe Starless badluck sky with her dreams held up oh so high Time is always late never punctual just stray Fine wine; let her breathe Thoughts you can't conceive Let her breathe Figure trapped in marble stone she only sees a rock Oh must I speak before I leave of one that loved herself too wisely but not well Fine wine; let her breathe Thoughts you can't conceive Let her breathe