Ophelias Floods The Flow

[singer A] It’s Saturday morning, ten-thirty on the dot Clock hits eight, then it slips right back and stops Starch on the table, silver in the spoon Pulling out the water just to cage the moon Left a book on a bench where the park lights glow For a stranger with a smile to find it and go They call it a crisis, they call it a fright I call it hyper-vigilance catching the light Down at the branch of the final line One-three-thousandth of an inch, by design Red blood cells roll, single-file Slowing it down for a little while Ion pumps flushing the gates Moving the sodium, sealing our fates It isn’t a secret, it isn’t a spin It’s just the order the universe is in [transition] [singer B] Ophelia, look at the flood There’s a financial system inside of our blood We’re just water bodies trying to balance the cost Counting the atoms that never were lost Ah-ah, cool, next... Oh, Ophelia [singer A] Deep under skin, the beat beats tight Rhythm in the dark, a pulse of light Spiral galaxies, moss on stone Nothing gained, nothing ever gone Bravery in the balance, love in the drive Heart keeps speaking just to stay alive Matter matters, so look within Branches bend and let the current in Order lands where the blood runs slow That’s how the whole thing learns to glow [transition] [singer B] Ophelia, look at the flood There’s a financial system inside of our blood We’re just water bodies trying to balance the cost Counting the atoms that never were lost Ah-ah, cool, next... Oh, Ophelia