Ophelia 歌词

Blossoms floating On the face of the lake Marks the watery grave Of the fair Ophelia... Currents moving motes That fly between the light Dancing to the sound of angels Singing aloud and rushing on and on... Soundless flowers falling To the rippling lake Covering the evidence Of the fair Ophelia... Humming ringing whirlpools Moving roots of white Weighing down limbs in velvet Sinking down and singing on and on... Ripples washing On the sand of the shore Echoing the silent sigh Of the fair Ophelia... Currents moving motes That fly between the light Dancing to the sound of angels Singing aloud and rushing on Humming ringing whirlpools Moving roots of white Weighing down limbs in velvet Sinking down and singing on and on...