a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version


Live version (3:44)

It’s time for a scrub,
So through clouds of steam
To a cracked and faded cream
Wanders frail
So pale
Pink and white.
She is naked as sin,
Wearing nothing but a grin
And a pin in her hair.

Will she be drowned,
Found with her hair tied behind,
Shoulders back and head inclined
To the sound of music
Playing above
Bathing her in love?
But darkness and fear
Will disappear like the soap
When she opens her eyes.

She throws
Back the dormer windows.
Morning light shows
Ophelia raised
From her watery grave
In a brave new world.