Up the snowy spires
Where the air is thin as glass
Once a year the cold mist clears
You can see inside the earth

High in that crystal palace
I built a sailing ship
Mast and wheel of polished brass
Sails of gold and silk

I piped the engine steam
I set for long citations
I consulted dusty maps
Set careful calibrations

Never in, we’re never in
Peering through my scope
I sail deep into the hollows
Deep inside the earth

I travelled a boiling river
Through streams of mercury
Under the volcanoes
And the roots of ancient trees

Underneath stalactites
I lit phosphorous lamps
Sparks snapped into the air
And coiled up the mast

I watched enormous birds
Diving through the slate
As I stood upon the ground
In my oil skin cap and cape

At last, my anchor caught
And echoed through the stone
As I climbed an old broke ladder
Pile through the globe

And up above I saw it
A glow worm’s little light
And I reached out and caught it
In the centre of the night

Tightly in my fist
I held that glowing worm
Deep down in the hollows
I held the centre of the world