The Archaeologist

The nights like this, I love the most,
Under the moon enjoying a toast.
Sit by the fire and just talk
Time's a turtle that hates the walk.
I am a flower in this wilderness
No need to worry, I am no princess.
The arrow directs me where to go
Inside this pyramid, I'm going to plough.
And when finally I found the find
This sad expression will be confined
I'll be as happy as the stoned man
and even change my name to Anne.