Bake Me In Clouds

I can see the buildings dancing.

I can hear the screaming trees.

Lady mary wont you drop by?

I can show you the birds and bees.

Now wont you bake me in clouds?

I can tell your future.

Bake me in clouds.

Nothing truly matters.

Bake me in clouds.

You can take my picture.

Bake me in clouds.

I can smell the bridges burning.

I can see the english steam.

Lady mary wont you drop by?

You and your gallant figurines.

Now wont you bake me in clouds?

I can tell your future.

Bake me in clouds.

Nothing truly matters.

Bake me in clouds.

You can take my picture.

Bake me in clouds.

We can have ourselves a gala,

Decorated and pristine.

Baby dances with the owls,

Baby laughing oh so loud without its mouth.

Urine the clear for now.