歌曲 | One Old Woman |
歌手 | Nina Nastasia |
专辑 | On Leaving |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nastasia | |
Zan Ann Elizabeth Rochelle | |
Let my doll go down deep in that old wishing well | |
And I know that they'll never find it | |
She'll make a big scene hoping no one will notice | |
And I feel that when night falls I need it | |
And here I waste and I hustle myself | |
Why a little crime can make for a life this bad | |
It escapes me | |
But I know I'm not aloud to hold on too tightly to what has gone | |
And down at my new home | |
All of my family smiles in my face | |
But I've lost all the seconds that lead up to this | |
And I know that something will happen | |
If I don't take charge it might all disappear | |
And I feel that when night falls I need it | |
And here I wait and I trouble myself | |
Buy a little time from memories left alive | |
If they'll let me | |
But I know I'm not allowed to hold on too tightly to what has gone | |
Oh, to what has gone... | |
And I stand down in a brick hole | |
Thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking of them | |
But scary Zan calls down from the opening | |
And tells me that I won't be thinking again... | |
And I feel that when night falls I breathe it in | |
Here I wait and I ready myself | |
Why a little time can erase a life's worth that just escapes me | |
And I know I'm not allowed to hold on too tightly to what has gone | |
Oh, to what has gone... |
zuo qu : Nastasia | |
Zan Ann Elizabeth Rochelle | |
Let my doll go down deep in that old wishing well | |
And I know that they' ll never find it | |
She' ll make a big scene hoping no one will notice | |
And I feel that when night falls I need it | |
And here I waste and I hustle myself | |
Why a little crime can make for a life this bad | |
It escapes me | |
But I know I' m not aloud to hold on too tightly to what has gone | |
And down at my new home | |
All of my family smiles in my face | |
But I' ve lost all the seconds that lead up to this | |
And I know that something will happen | |
If I don' t take charge it might all disappear | |
And I feel that when night falls I need it | |
And here I wait and I trouble myself | |
Buy a little time from memories left alive | |
If they' ll let me | |
But I know I' m not allowed to hold on too tightly to what has gone | |
Oh, to what has gone... | |
And I stand down in a brick hole | |
Thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking of them | |
But scary Zan calls down from the opening | |
And tells me that I won' t be thinking again... | |
And I feel that when night falls I breathe it in | |
Here I wait and I ready myself | |
Why a little time can erase a life' s worth that just escapes me | |
And I know I' m not allowed to hold on too tightly to what has gone | |
Oh, to what has gone... |
zuò qǔ : Nastasia | |
Zan Ann Elizabeth Rochelle | |
Let my doll go down deep in that old wishing well | |
And I know that they' ll never find it | |
She' ll make a big scene hoping no one will notice | |
And I feel that when night falls I need it | |
And here I waste and I hustle myself | |
Why a little crime can make for a life this bad | |
It escapes me | |
But I know I' m not aloud to hold on too tightly to what has gone | |
And down at my new home | |
All of my family smiles in my face | |
But I' ve lost all the seconds that lead up to this | |
And I know that something will happen | |
If I don' t take charge it might all disappear | |
And I feel that when night falls I need it | |
And here I wait and I trouble myself | |
Buy a little time from memories left alive | |
If they' ll let me | |
But I know I' m not allowed to hold on too tightly to what has gone | |
Oh, to what has gone... | |
And I stand down in a brick hole | |
Thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking of them | |
But scary Zan calls down from the opening | |
And tells me that I won' t be thinking again... | |
And I feel that when night falls I breathe it in | |
Here I wait and I ready myself | |
Why a little time can erase a life' s worth that just escapes me | |
And I know I' m not allowed to hold on too tightly to what has gone | |
Oh, to what has gone... |