Jens Lekman - Postcard #44 lyrics

[Intro] November 28th, 2015 [Verse 1] I wake up mid-flight In an airport, somewhere in Western USA Two men discuss the climate change and how it's not man-made And the absurdity makes it sound like something out of The Onion Maybe I'm just so used to hearing a like-minded opinion But my stomach ties itself in a knot South of Greenland, there's a mysterious, cold, blue spot [Verse 2] I wake up mid-flight In the darkest of the night I look down at the glaciers Shining in the moonlight On my in-flight entertainment Charlize Theron's kicking a** I finish my red wine And drift off fast Into a derailed, uneasy train of thought South of Greenland, there's a mysterious, cold, blue spot [Verse 3] I land in Paris Where the mood is somber If you don't look European You're a suicide bomber It was a long time since the world felt this hopeless I'm hopeful some day we'll all work out our differences But right now the world's on fire It's red hot Except south of Greenland There's a mysterious, cold, blue spot