Tori Amos

Nothing here to fear
Im just sitting around
Being foolish when
There is work to be done
Just a hang-up call
And the quiet breathing
Of our persian we call
Cajun on a wednesday

So we go from year to year
With secrets weve been keeping
Though you say youre not a templar man

Seems as if were circling
For very different reasons
But one day the eagle has to land

Out past the fountain
A left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think -- well why not --
And stop for a coffee
Then begin to recall
Things that you say

No ones at the door
You suggest a ghost
Perhaps a phantom
I agree with this in part
Something is with us
I cant put my finger on --
Is thumbelina size 10
On a wednesday --

So we go from year to year
With secrets weve been keeping
Though you say youre not a templar man

You tell me to cheer up
You suspect were oddly even
Even still the eagle has to land

Out past the fountain
A left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think -- well why not --
And stop for a coffee
Then begin to recall
Things that you say

Pluck up the courage
And snap
Its gone again
I start humming when doves cry
Can someone help me
I think that Im lost here
Lost in a place called america