It stared again, without a map we lost all our clothes. Our boots dripped the earth, the air smelt of cloves. We came across a fountain and in it bathed a bird, I watched him start to speak his words.
You two are surely lost, this is not a fever dream. Your hearts are buried deep in the permafrost.
The creature was a pelican, but wasn't colored white. A false alarm in a coal mine. He made me believe that we hadn't given each other our hearts, you stole mine.
You two are surely lost, this is not a fever dream. Your hearts are buried deep in the permafrost. Of this, I'm sure it said we'd find a way, someone help me out of this place.