| Song | One Old Woman |
| Artist | Nina Nastasia |
| Album | On Leaving |
| Download | 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... |