Toast Songtext

von Tori Amos

I thought it was Easter time
The way the light rose
Rose that morning
Lately you've been on my mind
You showed me the rope ropes to climb over mountains and to pull myself out of a landslide of a landslide
I thought it was harvest time
You always loved the smell of the wood burning
She with her honey hair
Dalhousie Castle she would meet you there
In the winter
Butter Yellow
The flames you stirred
Yes, you could stir I raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honour
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance 'cause on your right standing by is Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me it's time to raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honour
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance 'cause on your right standing by is Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me it's time
To let you go
Let you go
I thougt I'd see you again
You said you might do
Maybe in a carving
In a cathedral
Somewhere in Barcelona