the burning hell – travel writers lyrics
i left my apartment for the station
i bought a ticket on the train
and when i reached my destination
there were scattered clouds and a chance of rain
i looked around for a hotel
nothing fancy, just ok
i found a door and rang the doorbell
this was the place where i would stay
i took a room and took a shower
washed the traveling from my skin
i watched tv for half an hour
then i went back down again
and then i asked reception
to recommend a place to go
i got directions to museums
so i went to one of those
at the coat-check i was given a numbered disc of hard black stone
as they placed my bag high up on a shelf
it felt cool and heavy in my hand as i held it there
and i smiled to myself:
i think i’ll be a travel writer, and write about where i’ve been
and fill in all the sp-ces between leaving and coming home again
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