Eames Era (The)
I Don't Mind
And I don't mind that everything's a messRight now, I could care lessAnd I believe that a bit of harm never hurt anyoneI've plotted out the route to take us into a placeKinda like where we're nowExcept this time I think you're gonna need a pairOf mittens for the frozen airI would gladly navigate thingsYou look out for sharp rocksBut I do believe I've found that illusive Bering straitAnd if you'd like to we couldSo we'll sit there and stare into thin airLight that match and watch it flareAnd kiss hello to a ground laid with snowWhere nothing's left, but frozen airThere won't be any green or fear on treesOr even below our frozen toesBut the tundras match the clouds at nightAnd on a clear day you can see next SaturdayBuild our home out of snowIn the first glacier we findBut I do believe I've fallen into a nastyCrevice laced with iceSo now what?
From Letras Mania