Ophelia was suicided
Lyrics
She walks with her head tilted low you can't know
They love her well but not with their heads missing lens
Fine wine; let her breathe
Thoughts you can’t conceive
Let her breathe
Starless bad-luck sky with her dreams held up oh so high
Time is always late never punctual just stray
Fine wine; let her breathe
Thoughts you can't conceive
Let her breathe
Figure trapped in marble stone she only sees a rock
Oh must I speak before I leave of one that loved herself too wisely but not well
Fine wine; let her breathe
Thoughts you can't conceive
Let her breathe