The Divine Comedy - Bath lyrics

Time, like an ever-rolling stream
Bears all it's sons away
They fly, forgotten
As a dream dies at the op'ning day

Rub-a-dub-dub it's time for a scrub
So through clouds of steam
To a cracked and faded cream
Bath tub wanders frail aphrodite, 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 her dormer windows
Morning light shows Ophelia raised
From her watery grave in a brave new world