Tizia Rotta can't dance the funky chicken

I'm standing here waiting for you to come
In the sky some kind of strange sky phenomenon
Feel strange to have you as a friend
But I'd rather be your friend
Then to never see you again
I'd rather be your friend...













...And I called out your name
Like the name of a coming hurricane
I called out your name
Like you call out when you're in hurt and pain
I called out your name
But you were caught in a heavenly silver rain
You and I are not the same
We're divided by the smoke of an aeroplane...


(Jens Lekman, Sky Phenomenon)