Aoife O’Donovan - What Do You Want From Yourself lyrics
[Aoife O’Donovan - What Do You Want From Yourself lyrics]
Happy-go-lucky in the afternoon
I can do anything I want when I’m with you
It’s how I spent my thirty-seven
Years around the sun
In thirty-three more, I’ll be an old woman
Sitting out the back with a beer in my hand
I like the cold of the can
What do you want from yourself?
What do I want? I want to be
What I wanted to be in 1993
When it would snow a dozen times in January
And we’d grab our sleds and go to Albemarle
And we would fly down fly down
Fly down when do you learn that your skin is
Not as thick as you thought?
When all you thought you had, you lost?
The mornings start to slip away
Sooner or later
You’re gonna catch yourself in the glass
Looking hard-lived and middle class
You smile at the cracks in the pane
What do you want from yourself?
What do you want?
What do I want? I want to be
What I wanted to be in 1993
When it would snow a dozen times in January
And we’d grab our sleds and go to Albemarle
And we would fly down fly down
Fly
It all comes down to who got a head start
And who’s running with a bum leg
The coffee’s hot now
How do you like your eggs
Sir? Do you like eggs?
If nobody asks you, do you have a choice?
Your word’s your will’s your way’s your voice
I’m tryin’ to hear you through the noise
What do you want from yourself?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do I want? I want to be
What I wanted to be in 1993
When it would snow a dozen times in January
And we’d grab our sleds and go to Albemarle
And we would fly down fly down
Fly
Happy-go-lucky in the afternoon
I can be anything I want when I’m with you
It’s where I’ll spend my
Days until they’re done
I can do anything I want when I’m with you
It’s how I spent my thirty-seven
Years around the sun
In thirty-three more, I’ll be an old woman
Sitting out the back with a beer in my hand
I like the cold of the can
What do you want from yourself?
What do I want? I want to be
What I wanted to be in 1993
When it would snow a dozen times in January
And we’d grab our sleds and go to Albemarle
And we would fly down fly down
Fly down when do you learn that your skin is
Not as thick as you thought?
When all you thought you had, you lost?
The mornings start to slip away
Sooner or later
You’re gonna catch yourself in the glass
Looking hard-lived and middle class
You smile at the cracks in the pane
What do you want from yourself?
What do you want?
What do I want? I want to be
What I wanted to be in 1993
When it would snow a dozen times in January
And we’d grab our sleds and go to Albemarle
And we would fly down fly down
Fly
It all comes down to who got a head start
And who’s running with a bum leg
The coffee’s hot now
How do you like your eggs
Sir? Do you like eggs?
If nobody asks you, do you have a choice?
Your word’s your will’s your way’s your voice
I’m tryin’ to hear you through the noise
What do you want from yourself?
What do you want? What do you want?
What do I want? I want to be
What I wanted to be in 1993
When it would snow a dozen times in January
And we’d grab our sleds and go to Albemarle
And we would fly down fly down
Fly
Happy-go-lucky in the afternoon
I can be anything I want when I’m with you
It’s where I’ll spend my
Days until they’re done