Ophelia's Shadow - Toyah

Gunn/Willcox/Geballe/Beavis)

She takes the night train

With her bible of dreams

A suitcase pretty pink

A cassette of fresh screams

Her treasures decompose

Her treasures decay

This is the Gospel

In the garden of delights

Ophelia can pretend

To be a priestess or a femme fatale

But Ophelia can’t escape her shadow

A little purse of promises

With which to elope

A butterfly net and a killing jar

To silence all her hopes

Ophelia’s shadow

Is haunting the humans

Ambushed by ghosts

And other aspects of her lonely heart

This is the Gospel

In the garden of delights

Ophelia is Joan’s, burning body

A little purse of promises

With which to elope

A butterfly net and a killing jar

To silence all her hopes

Can’t escape her shadow

Nor the givers of advice

Or the queue of emotional debts

Nor the virtues nor the vice

Sowing the seeds

Of the never never tree

This is the Gospel

In the garden of delights

Oh Ophelia

Come Ophelia

Sweet Ophelia

Oh Ophelia can’t escape her shadow

Dancing in their discos

Talking down their telephones

Eating in their restaurants

Visiting their homes

Trying on their clothes

Wearing their Skin And Bones

Ophelia

Ophelia

Come Ophelia

We decompose

Ophelia

Come Ophelia

Lets decay

Lets decay

Lets decay