Benevolent Misanthropy

And here’s Ivanovich
in his rocket ship
Spinning helplessly
up above the earth

And while his heart is splintered
All the girls of winter
are buried in their coats, anonymous

While winter girls are waiting
Ivanovich in high rotation
Is just another star
up in the sky

And while the world was waiting
We’re overwhelmed by some sensation
of something long ago and far away

— Cracker, “Nostalgia”