Bake Me A Cake As Fast As You Can

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, warm little hands Flour in the air from a far-off

kitchen Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man

Make me a promise as fast as you can

Round little table and sugar on skin A laugh in the hallway,

the whole room spins

Mark it with B

and mark it with me Small dusty stars on the edge of

the screen

Bake it and turn it and carry it through Old family pictures

waking in blue Tap on the counter,

the rhythm begins Heat in the oven and sparks on my grin

I came for the memory,

stayed for the sound Hands to the ceiling,

we turn it around Pat-a-cake,

pat-a-cake, spin it again Write my name bright in the flour and

flame Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, call out my heart From a tiny old rhyme

to a room set apart

We rise, we rise when the bass line breaks We shine,

we shine in the heat we make Apron strings swaying like flags

in the haze Butter and thunder are mixed in the same

I hear the cupboard door keeping the time A childhood game with

a dangerous shine

Roll it in circles and press it down slow

Under the laughter the deep currents flow

Every small motion is pulling me in

Sweet on the tongue with a storm underneath

Pat it, pat it Turn it,

turn it

(ooh) I remember the fire

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, spin it again Write my name bright in the flour

and flame Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,

louder this time

Old little ritual turned into a sign We rise,

we rise when the bass line breaks We shine,

we shine in the heat we make Pat-a-cake,

pat-a-cake, hands in the air Hold that feeling and leave it there

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, fading so slow

Ashes of sugar and gold in the glow

Take me back where the warm light stayed

Pat-a-cake love never really fades