What will happen to the stories from the bogs?
The trails of the Vikings?
The passing of sea sirens?

Is tradition holding regularly in this town?
If its going hiking,
Then I'm going hiking

To the other places
That we never had.
Something like a misplaced teacher
That is old and sad.

With big raven.

What will happen to that story telling clown?
His voice hypnotizing,
The fire side frightening.

I have to travel so far just to hear his sound
But I'm going hiking
Art [bad word] hiking?

To the other places
That we never had.
Something like a misplaced teacher
That is old and sad.

What have we done, what have we done?
Fantasy is falling down.
She's breaking apart, breaking apart,
Has she lost her number 1?
Throws out her hands, throws out her hands,
Let her tell what she can tell.
There's nothing to do, nothing to do,
Imagination floating around.
Then build it back up, build it back up!

What are you gonna do?
Go into the forest
Until I can't remember my name.
I'm [bad word] back and things will be different,
I'm gonna bring back some stories and games.