Lovely, now it's colder than ice...

Soft, sweet songs to sing, on the back of an ocean lake. Deep, dark monsters lurk under the ocean's skin. Round, warm waves pull my boat to an island's edge. And we get out, just to watch what's overhead.

Aeroplane birds fly far, dipping near the lake. Soft, calls fall from them, tingling on my skin. We keep looking up, watching the flying things, but we still do not see, what's awaiting us.

The birds fly circle's, 'round the island's shore. We lay on the sand, enjoying the sunny warmth. We listen, carefully, to the sound of the cawing noise. Calls for help arise, seeing how far we can Go! But everyone's all dead, so it's only a matter of, "No."

And we keep watch to see, if our boat's still tied up carefully.

But somehow it's just gone, floating out on the ocean bed.

So we stare up in defeat, hoping someone will take us home,

but it's just us and the birds, flying around, flying to roam.