Getting high every night
Until I couldn't see the sunshine in the light
Start again, draw some fire
Defy the built in obsolescence of desire
When love's the only thing it hurts to lose
In the evening of her day
Ophelia comes to court me
Not that I could stay away
Her kisses seem to haunt me
It's an accident of birth
That had me born a loser
Hanging like a bird of prey
But fated not to capture
Her tender touch
Sleepless nights I walk the streets
It was kind of like a movie but not as deep as
What might've been and what will be
Embraced each other in conspiracy
The night drum always plays a requiem
In the evening of her day
Ophelia comes to court me
Not that I could stay away
Her kisses seem to haunt me
It's an accident of birth
That had me born a loser
Hanging like a bird of prey
But never seems to capture
Her tender touch
I fell so high from the ferris wheel
And all the fairground lights
Were flickering sweet delights
So so tell me why is it bad I feel
I tripped stumbled slipped and fell
Left drowning in the wishing well
In the evening of her day
Ophelia came to court me
Not that I could stay away
Her kisses seem to haunt me
It's an accident of birth
That had me born a loser
Hanging like a bird of prey
But fated not to capture
Her tender touch
That I need so much
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- Miscellaneous
- Music In Colors
- Kiss Me With Your Mouth
- Dance Classics: Pop Edition, Volume 5
- The Ups and Downs
- Because We Love You
- The Ups and Downs: A Very Beautiful Collection
- Music in Colours
- Now That’s What I Call Music! 1985
- Some Kind of Wonderful
- Pop & Wave, Volume 7
- They Called Him Tintin
- Living in the 80s, Volume 2
- Classic Cuts Remastered, Volume 7
- School Reunion: The 80’s
- 12"/80s
- Fantastic 80s! 3
- Real Eighties: Hits plus Extended Mixes
- 20th Century Hits for a New Millennium: 1985–1989
- Now That’s What I Call Music 5