Here it is - the march of progress again,
trying to prove enough is not enough my love.
Well, if you think, if you think that's all, guess again.
You can call it anything but bluff my love.

They call it science. I call it fiction,
when everybody says my love is an affliction.
I just wanted to hold your hand
but I'm beginning to understand science fiction.

Now they've got, now they've got, a vanishing act,
crying "Now you see it, now you don't!" my love.
But they went, they went and classified just one fact,
and that's who will stay here and who won't, my love.


Lyrics submitted by Ocean Soul

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