Someone shouted, “Road trip!”
Someone said we must pick
Somewhere sort of rustic
Off the beaten path
And on to beatin’ pathological fear
Burn a couple tanks of gas
At last, we’re here
Past the “Welcome” doormat
On the creaky floor
Antiquey decor and
Bumpy China
Stippled with a floral motif in lavender paint
Suffocating, old-world charm
And deadly quaint
All manner of lovely things
All manner of lovely things
Breathless, we collapse and
Twenty years elapse and
We awake as saucers,
Whittled bits of driftwood and as
Mantel tops and chandelier arms
Suffocating, deadly quaint
And old world charm
Visitors are wary
Very quick to think it’s
Haunted by the trinkets
Rarely do they shrink and turn to coffee cups
And calico rugs
But we will wait for evermore
As Toby mugs
All manner of lovely things
All manner of lovely things
All manner of lovely things
All manner of lovely things
Lauren London - lead vocals
Copyright 2016 - Zach London
