Letra de Becoming More Like Alfie de Divine Comedy

Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten,
As a dream dies
At the opening 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
Disappear like the soap
When she opens her eyes.
She throws back her dormer windows;
Morning light shows
Ophelia raised
On her watery grave
In a brave new world.