More songs by The Cure
Description
Lyricist, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist, Composer: Robert Smith
Composer, Vocalist: Michael Dempsey
Vocalist: Porl Thompson
Composer: Lol Tolhurst
Mastering Engineer: Chris Blair
Lyrics and translation
Original
I want to be old and creep by the fire.
I want the smell of rotting wood, that is all I desire. I want my joints to seize up, I want my legs to ache.
I want my eyes to defend, 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 my teeth to not be able to chew. I want to be senile, a stationary of fool.
I want to have lots of wrinkles, want my hearing to go.
I want to be a nod 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
English translation
I want to be old and creep by the fire.
I want the smell of rotting wood, that is all I desire. I want my joints to seize up, I want my legs to ache.
I want my eyes to defend, 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 my teeth to not be able to chew. I want to be senile, a stationary of fool.
I want to have lots of wrinkles, want my hearing to go.
I want to be a nod 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