Understanding,
Nothing More As the darkness pulls her down,
My sweet Ophelia sings nonsense most profound
With her pretty words she soars the thoughts of men,
Even as she lies beneath the ground
I heard you spread your flowers 'round the court,
Crying, like a violet, I had plucked you just for sport
Dare you ask me to be true?
When all that I had left was you, You turned away, and shook me to the core
My last hope for Pandora's race
Had left me with an empty place,
Forget-me-nots strewn all about the floor
Now I ask your understanding, nothing more
In this most disjointed time I pondered action in the recess of my mind
Well it seems I'm beaten to the jump again
Heaven make them pleasant dreams you find
Oh, the wonders you may see,
If you heed my only prayer, you'll spare a word for me
Ask your father- does he know,
That when we tumbled to and fro,
I meant each and every vow I swore?
But just like him, we all are doomed,
For in the end we're all consumed-
By madness, desire, By earth, and fire
So if we meet at some celestial door, I ask your understanding, nothing more