Journey to the Center of the Earth
Laura Stevenson
Journey to the Center of the Earth
A can of cola, an unfilled bathtub for dirty bodies and storing empties.
The land-line's nagging, the mail is scattered on the floor,
and through a keyhole of a triple bolted door, it's melodrama,
it's confused chemicals.
It's dirty laundry, it's empty styrofoam.
The Giants won and all the firecracker shells
are littering the street and I don't give a shit.
My shoes ran off somewhere and I haven't even cared to organize a search.
My ball of nerves, don't mistake me, I'll refuse you if you choose to track me down.
And don't you make me leave without wishing you well 'til
I return from my brief sojourn to the center of the earth.
As far as I tell you it's not as bad as all of that,
and I promise not to be reckless.
Oh heart of mine, heart of mine, it's your face that brings me back every time.
It's dirty laundry, it's empty styrofoam.
compositores da letra "Journey to the Center of the Earth": Laura Stevenson
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