Teksty: The Cure. Three Imaginary Boys [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED]. I Want To Be Old.

I want to be old
And creek by the fire
I want to smell of rotting wood
It's all I desire

I want my joints to seize up
I want my legs to ache
I want my eyesight to fail
I want my skin to flake

To be old
I want to be old
I want to be old
I want to be old

I want false teeth
And not be able to chew
I want to be senile
A centenarian fool

I want to have lots of wrinkles
Want my hearing to go
I want to be ignored
And I want to be slow

To be old
I want to be old
I want to be old
I want to be old

I want to be old
I want to be old
I want to be old
I want to be old