Story Behind the Song
A dark and dreamy, tragic ballad inspired by William Shakespear's Hamlet
Lyrics
Round the beach now
Final smile withers like religion
Hidden in a worthless language
Signifying nothing
Go home to an empty house
Turn up the chaos in your cities
What do I have to say to
Save somebody else as me...
Without ophelia,
I would want to die
Without ophelia,
I would worship nothing but the sky
Without ophelia,
I would climb the tree of knoledge,
Just to be saved
Without ophelia,
I'd be humbled with no conscience anyway
I've got high expectations
For the drunk culture
Ever since I got lost in the desert
Everything was awake and screaming
Above the pulse of black machines
Match-stick cathedrals
Sat weeping in the sunlight
I burn it with a single note
Such ecstacy I'll never know...
Without ophelia,
I would want to die
Without ophelia,
I would worship nothing but the sky
Without ophelia,
I would climb the tree of knoledge,
Just to be saved
Without ophelia,
I'd be humbled with no conscience anyway
For Tommorrow, I would
Hold your hands in benediction
For Tommorrow, I would
Pray for all you to listen
For Tommorrow, I would
Wish that everything you had was mine
For Tommorrow, I would
Pick your rippened fruit right off the vine
Right off the vine...
I wanted to
Break my body over stones
Pour my mind into a fire
Replace another song of mine
With agonizing silence, well I'll
Forget what I believed in,
It was hidden in the manger
Write a warning in the sand
Just one more time sweet memory...
Without ophelia,
I would want to die
Without ophelia,
I would worship nothing but the sky
Without ophelia,
I would climb the tree of knoledge,
Just to be saved
Without ophelia,
I'd be humbled with no conscience anyway
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