Baker Baker - (Tribute to Tori Amos) - Studio Union

Baker, baker baking a cake

Make me a day, make me whole again

And I wonder what’s in a day

What’s in your cake this time?

I guess you heard he’s gone to LA

He says that behind my eyes I’m hiding

And he tells me I pushed him away

That my heart’s been hard to find

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»