Baker Baker — текст песни (Tori Amos)

Here. There must be something here. There must be something here... here...





Baker, baker, can you explain if truly his heart was made of icing.

And I wonder how mine could taste. Maybe we could change his mind.

I know you`re late for your next parade. You came to make sure that I`m not running.

Well, I ran from him in all kinds of ways, guess it was his turn this time.





Time. Thought I`d made friends with time. Thought we`d be flying... maybe not this time.





Baker, baker, baking a cake, make me a day, make me whole again.

And I wonder if he`s okay, if you see him say `hi.`