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 won't 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 won't 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.