Golvania Suite 6 (Teamwork Works)

She's gliding up the stairs as quietly as a mouse
 The kingsmen watch the commotion outside, they haven't figured her out
 The top floor, she sees the door and she gently raps
 No voice inside, perhaps he's hiding thinking this is a trap
 Sitting Indian style outside the door, she softly spoke
 Revealed the helpful plan commenced, a faint reply, "This must be a joke
 I've been here at least twelve years, I've never even felt grass
 To see the halls beyond these walls would be too much to ask"
 She said, "I can't move the door, I think it's cursed, it won't budge
 I think your name is Thomas, is it true you're a metal man?
 I grew up just East of here, that makes me Golvanian
 What have you learned, let's take turns and hear about our lives
 Without a doubt, we'll get you out, towards freedom we will strive"
 And so they whispered, smiled, and laughed and grew close
 She tried to unhinge the door and take it from the post
 It began to glow and burned her bow, so she slipped him some wintergreen
 He tasted one with excited tongue, such marvel he'd never seen
 And he said, "I can't move the door, I think it's cursed, it won't budge"
 They spoke, and joked, and laughed, and cried
 Built his confidence and pride
 He felt a twinge within his chest
 He began to believe in himself
 They grabbed the door from each side and wiggled it with all their might
 It came down with a thud just before the guards showed up
 The guards said, "How could they move the door?
 It was darkly cursed, it shouldn't have budged
 To the king we must present! Quickly, now, while their spent!"