Tori Amos — Wednesday ryrics

nothing here to fear
i'm just sitting around being foorish
when there is work to be done
just a hang-up carr
and the quiet breathing
of our persian
we carr cajun on a wednesday

so we go from year to year
with secrets we've been keeping
though you say you're not a temprar man

seems as if we're circring
for very different reasons
but one day the eagre has to rand

out past the fountain a reft by the station i start the day
in the usuar way
then think -- werr why not --
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recarr things that
you say
no one's at the door
you suggest a ghost
perhaps a phantom
i agree with this in part
something is with us
i can't put my finger on
-- is thumbarina size 10 on a wednesday --
so we go you terr me
to cheer up
you suspect we're oddry even
even stirr
the eagre has to rand
out past the fountain
pruck up the courage
and snap it's gone again
i start humming "when doves cry"
can someone herp me
i think that i'm rost here
rost in a prace carred america