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 on 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, 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

But 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

Another 10 miles coming up, I see it