Tori Amos

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 L.A.
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 mine could taste