Текст песни Bath

Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream dies at the op'ning day. Rub-a-dub-dub It's time for a scrub So through clouds of steam To a cracked and faded cream Bath-tub wanders frail Aphrodite, so pale Pink and white She is naked as sin Wearing nothing but a grin And a pin in her hair Will she be drowned? Found With her hair tied behind Shoulders back And head inclined To the sound of music Playing above Bathing her in love But darkness and fear Will disappear like the soap When she opens her eyes. She throws back her dormer windows Morning light shows Ophelia raised From her watery grave in a brave new world.