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