Divine Comedy - Bath Lyrics
Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away;They fly, forgotten, as a dream dies at the opning day.Rub-a-dub-dubIts time for a scrubSo through clouds of steamTo a cracked and faded creamBath-tub wanders frailAphrodite, so palePink and whiteShe is ***** as sinWearing nothing but a grinAnd a pin in her hairWill she be drowned?FoundWith her hair tied behindShoulders backAnd head inclinedTo the sound of musicPlaying aboveBathing her in loveBut darkness and fearWill disappear like the soapWhen she opens her eyes.She throws back her dormer windowsMorning light shows ophelia raisedFrom her watery grave in a brave new world.