Ophelia - Matt Costa

Strangers crash into the night

This train’s headed for you babe

One last song plays on the radio

The sun burns the night away

In the morning I only wanna see your fear’s face

I’m not asking to keep you more or longer than you wanna stay

The night was like a deck of cards, you hit me with the ace of clubs

I’m placing all my bets begging you to deal some love

Ophelia come on Rows and rows of corn grow high

Over the tall grass we could hide

Honest pages of an open book

We tangled up between the lines

That’s where you’ll find me, dying to fill your empty time

Ophelia come on

I’ll bring you gems from faraway lands

Or Italian leather shoes

You’re the finest thing I’ve ever seen

Like fire melts ice, it’s true

Ophelia, can I spend the night with you?

Ophelia come on