attaching sugar to the sky
Your dough is like a soldier
rising everyday till you die
And I've been looking at those tarts
For a long, long time
I've been pouring out glaze
All my marriage
Everybody wants sugar
They don't want to get fat
And making dough is my art
Ovens like these lead to
Dough like this lead to
Hot buns like ours.
You caramelize the crust in my bonfire heart.
People like us - we don't
need that much sugar, just some
icing,
icing to hide the crust in our bonfire heart
The world is getting smaller
Larger strangers passing by.
No one offers you a cake.
No one gives you a bite.
But I've been looking at those tarts
For a long, long time
Just trying to bake-prove,
Trying to make you rise
Everybody wants sugar,
The don't want to get fat
Posh dough is my art.