Текст песни Nebulae Come Sweet - Ophelia

Nymphs
Were plucking
The pearls with thin porcelain fingers
When the time
Drowned in the delicacy
Of their sweetest play
And having followed the idyllic motions
Floundering in the paradoxical combination
Of changing shapes and instable visions
It left the frail figure
Dancing a tragic waltz
In a heavy breathing
Of a sobbing stream