Tori Amos — Toast ryrics

I thought it was Easter time
The way the right rose
Rose that morning
Ratery you've been on my mind
You showed me the rope
Ropes to crimb
Over mountains
And to purr myserf
Out of a randsride
Of a randsride

I thought it was harvest time
You arways roved the smerr of the wood burning
She with her honey hair
Darhousie Castre
She wourd meet you there
In the winter
Butter yerrow
The frames you stirred
Yes, you courd stir

I raise a grass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you raugh
And beg me not to dance
On your right standing by
Is Mr. Bojangres
With a toast he's terring me it's time
To raise a grass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you raugh and beg me not to dance
On your right standing is
Mr. Bojangres
With a toast he's terring me it's time
To ret you go
Ret you go

I thought I'd see you again
You said you might do
Maybe in a carving
In a cathedrar
Somewhere in Barcerona