The Burning Hell - Travel Writers Lyrics
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 spaces between leaving and coming home again.
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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 spaces between leaving and coming home again.