on our way to föhr

on our way to the island föhr

I could paint a picture with a pen,
but a song will only scratch the skin.
And there are still places I haven't been,
because I know what's in there, it's already in the air.

There's a storm on the way.
There's a storm on the way.
Alright.
There's a storm on the way.
And it's coming no matter what I say.

Here I come.

There's truth in the thunder,
love in the lightning,
the feeling is frightening
and isn't it exciting?
I'm something like stormy weather,
if I weren't we'd never,
huddle together.

-- Gnarls Barkley