You're dressed in flowers
I'm wearing fog
You're up in smoke
I'm down in flames
Here it comes
Same thing again, but different this time
Here it comes
It's on the tip of our tongues
Right on cue, delivering weak lines
Here it comes
[Instrumental Break]
Sold to the man in the white shirt, glasses and grapevines
It won't be long
Next thing you know, you're in the headlines
Here it comes
