Virginia Woolf - Robyn Hitchcock

Virginia Woolf

Filled her pockets with stones

Virginia Woolf

Walked to the river alone

She was alrigh

Sylvia Plath

She laid down on the floor

Sylvia Plath

Opened one final door

She was alright

She was alright

She was all messed up

Sometimes you feel

What you don’t wanna feel

Sometimes it hurts

Where you don’t wanna hurt

Sylvia Plath

Saw the world as it is

Sylvia Plath

Saw it wasn’t no business of hers

She was alright

Virginia Woolf

She was good for a quote

Virginia Woolf

Knew that stones do not float

She was alright

She was alright

She was all messed up

Sometimes you feel

All messed up

Sometimes you feel

She was all messed up

She’s alright