Believe me now you're too young girl.
Cherry pie with your gold curls.
Growin' up like a grapevine.
Wrapped around you in due time
Sweet Ophelia,
When young blood escapes
Vows that break.
Go up, up away.
Sweet Ophelia,
When young blood escapes
Vows that break.
Go up, up away.
Singing like it's a full moon;
Careless now that he has you;
Turns you on to the right songs;
Promises that you're hooked on.
Sweet Ophelia,
When young blood escapes
Vows that break.
Go up, up away
Sweet Ophelia,
When young blood escapes
Vows that break.
Go up, up away…