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.