Humour - Wrangel

Another 10 miles coming up, how many days have passed?
Bleaching into one on a continent of population 65,
hounds for the hounds, pony’s up for the rest of us.
One’s leading one, he can just see out of an eye,
just enough to see nothing, 9 miles coming up
for the last of us, this’ll be enough,
this’ll be it.

I want to live on Wrangel
with the sulphur bears.
Ten thousand live on Wrangel
I want to get old.

Another 10 miles coming up and there’s an island chain
rising from the surf, from the mystery,
our population decimated, looking for the sea,
for the spring leads.
Let me have Wrangel, I only scream it
just to hear it good, a little tune
changing tune on silence
pierces the cheeks with gold,
this’ll be enough,
this’ll be it.

My efforts freeze around me
just like Malcolm said,
keep this record of me
and my poor friends.
I want to live on Wrangel
with the sulphur bears.
Ten thousand live on Wrangel
I want to get old.

Another 10 miles coming up, I see it.

Written by:
Jack Lyall, Andreas Christodoulidis, Ross Patrizio, Ruairidh Smith, Lewis Doig, Rod Jones

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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