Ophelia, my Ophelia, Whispering sweet nothings in my ear, Stroking my hair as I cry, The rhythm in time with the running from my eyes. She holds me and tells me that all is alright, That I need not run, That she has a home for me. Ophelia, sweet Ophelia, Leading me to the rooftop. Your tears are like those stars, my darling And by god she was right. I can do anything, with her by my side. “Do not go my dear” I plead She smiles. I sob. Ophelia… ophelia… I stare at the edge, Perhaps she’s on the other side, waiting…. I step, step, step, run, fly. Ophelia, Ophelia, Who showed me the sky. Who only comes with a moonshine haze. I’m coming, love.