Oh my Ophelia
What a mess they've made out of you
What's a broken bridesmaid to do
When she's blown about like a paper bag on the wind?
Why don't you leave them to their pain
And put yourself on a train?
We can put their madness far behind you
Do you know the way from here to Los Alamos?
Because I've bought us both a seat
So we can be right there for when history repeats
And if the beat of a butterfly's wing
Could end up changing everything
Don't complain
Sit back and watch the rain
And if a single line of verse
Could bring some meaning to the universe
Find a pen
Before it disappears again
Before it disappears again
We could settle
In Shanghai or Beijing
Where they don't believe in kings
There amongst the traffic and the trade
We could earn a living wage
Gather rosebuds while we may
Plant poppy seeds on the road behind us
You could finally open up that restaurant
We could serve what the locals like
And sell oranges for the rest of both our lives
And if the beat of a butterfly's wing
Could end up changing everything
Don't complain
Sit back and watch the rain
And if a single line of verse
Could bring some meaning to the universe
Find a pen
Before it disappears again
Well I would have to be
Blasted by ecstasy
All dressed in poetry to see what you have seen
I would have to be
Blasted by ecstasy
All dressed in poetry to see what you have seen
I would have to be
Blasted by ecstasy
All dressed in poetry to see what you have seen
I would have to be
Blasted by ecstasy
All dressed in poetry to see what you have seen