Tori Amos – Wednesday Lyrics  Share

From Tori Amos's album: Scarlet's Walk

Nothing here to fear. I^,m 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 we^,ve been keeping.
Though you say you^,re not a Templar man.
Seems as if we^,re 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 one^,s at the door. You suggest a ghost,
Perhaps a phantom I agree with this in part.
[ Wednesday lyrics from
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Something is with us I can^,t put my finger on,
Is Thumbelina size ten on a Wednesday?
So we go from year to year with secrets we^,ve been keeping.
Though you say you^,re not a Templar man.
You tell me to cheer up, you suspect we^,re 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, it^,s gone again.
I start humming "When Doves Cry."
Can someone help me, I think that I^,m Lost here.
Lost in a place called America...
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