Pliocene

Here come go rummaging
Oh where has your poor stomach been?
Gone like the Pliocene
So temporary, got lost in between

Here we go again here we go again
Here we go again here we go again
Hit the lights and leave the lid on ‘till it’s over

Here we go again here we go again
Here we go again here we go again
Hit the lights and leave the lid on ‘till it’s over

I danced a sarabande
A waltz and a jig with the sea
We danced with our heads hung
We couldn’t wake up from our dream

Here we go again here we go again
Here we go again here we go again
Hit the lights and leave the lid on ‘till it’s over

Here we go again here we go again
Here we go again here we go again
Hit the lights and leave the lid on ‘till it’s over

Built like a butterfly
So fluttery, on what will we wean
There goes that myth again
That all of this is but a machine

Here we go again here we go again
Here we go again here we go again
Hit the lights and leave the lid on ‘till it’s over

Here we go again here we go again
Here we go again here we go again
Hit the lights and leave the lid on ‘till it’s over