Lefts for days amongst the bays through the haze
That’s the extent of my lyricism. Terrible, I know.
In Luke’s words:
I recently went on an expedition to the far South of New Zealand in search of the elusive Moa bird, which is thought to have been extinct. I figured if I caught one on camera then I could sell the footage to Nat Geo or Discovery and be rich and famous and all that Jazz. Somewhere along the way I got side-tracked and just ended up going surfing, it was way more fun than searching for extinct wildlife. At one point I thought I saw a Moa peek its head out through the trees, turned out to be a power pole.