Anna Madorsky

Lyrics

An old woman in the sun
watching her dance like twine
Splinter your fingers on her
collecting dust like furniture
My name doesn’t matter
I’m just an old woman to you
not sure I was ever a young girl
at least not one as charming as you
Well you’re such a pretty girl, you’re such a pretty thing
In my time I could have been, I was, all of those things
I was all of those things and more
I was all of those things and more
You think you’ve done it first
you think there’s been no one behind you?
Well you’ve laid in the beds that I’ve made
Soon and your history’ll find you
soon enough and your history’ll find you
Well who do you think that I am?
and who do you think that I was?
and who do you think that I’ll be, to you I am
I am the old witch that you hate
I’m not a ghost at all
You’re lost in the horror of me
and I’ll sit back and wait.
An old woman in the sun
watching her dance like twine