Water Song Birthday

Turn it up past polite,

past the warning line

Dancing in the bakery kitchen at midnight

Sweet dough rising, birthday on the slide Everything we want but we're

running out of time (turn it up!)

Flour on my apron,

flour on my sleeve Another year older,

hard to believe

Just outside the window on the humid asphalt street A kid is

selling cold water bottles to the heat

Dodging through the bumpers,

wiping off the sweat While I'm icing over minutes that I haven't

finished yet

He catches my eye through the glass

Both of us just waiting for the day to pass

Turn it up past polite,

past the warning line Dancing in the bakery kitchen at midnight

Sweet dough rising, birthday on the slide Everything we want but we're

running out of time (turn it up!)

At the red light he

drops his crate of ice Runs into the shop,

doesn't think twice He says 'I don't need water,

I just want a slice Of whatever you are baking,

make it taste nice'

And the clock hits twelve,

we forget the score

And we open up the door

Turn it up past polite,

past the warning line Dancing in the bakery kitchen at midnight Sweet

dough rising, birthday on the slide Everything we want but we're running

out of time (yeah!)

Past polite In the kitchen at midnight

Just a slice (hummmmm)