Here It Comes

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