Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Woman, a Woman, a Century of Sleep, artist - Emmy The Great. Album song Virtue, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 19.05.2012
Record label: Stage Three
Song language: English
A Woman, a Woman, a Century of Sleep |
I know, I know that I could live |
In whatever house you choose to build |
And I will model myself on it |
And wait for you alone |
While you are out making a life for us |
I will stay and watch the days go past |
And I’ll see how the plants advance |
And they turn on what they know |
Now there is rosemary where previously |
No rosemary was shown |
They have aerials, they feed from me |
And they grow and grow and grow |
Now I am shifting into greenery |
Now the pipes are running bone |
And you might think I was a house |
But I’m a woman, a woman |
'Come back, come back' before, you said |
'Come back so you can see |
There are roses in the flowerbeds |
Where there never used to be' |
And all my days are |
Fading into these |
Walls you made of us |
But I don’t want to be |
The queen in a century of sleep |
I know, I know that I believe |
In whatever brings you joy from me |
But I swept until I couldn’t sweep |
And this house is still alive |
Now I have to find a dress, have to buy a dress |
Have to sew the dress 'til the pieces mesh |
And I don’t think I’m ready yet |
And I haven’t got the time |
Now there is rosemary where previously |
There was no rosemary |
They have aerials, they feed from me |
And they tease and tease and tease |
Now I am shifting into scenery |
Now the pipes are running bleach |
And you might think I was a house |
But I’m a woman, a woman |
But you say, don’t be afraid |
And you try to explain |
How the best that we can hope and hope to gain |
Is to love and then be loved |
Is to have and then to hold |
'Til we age and then grow old |
And all my days are |
Fading into these |
Walls you made of us |
But I don’t want to be |
And all my days are |
Fading into these |
Walls you made of us |
But I don’t want to be |
The queen in a century of sleep |
But I know that I believe |
In whatever makes you pleased |
In whatever brings you joy, from me |