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 thou coming hiking? 
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 nothing to do 
Imagination floating around 
Then build it back up build it back up 
What art thou gonna do? 
Go into the forest 
Until I can't remember my name 
I'm gonna come back and things will be different 
I'm gonna bring back some stories and games