We're All Mad Here

Heart shaped apple tarts
Four and twenty pence
We’re all mad here
And it all makes perfect sense
Cock shaped macarons
Plated for the guests
We’re all mad here
And it all makes perfect sense
Heart shaped apple tarts
Four and twenty pence
We’re all mad here
And it all makes perfect sense
Cock shaped macarons
Plated for the guests
We’re all mad here
And it all makes perfect sense
It’s not my hometown
But I’m homesick all the same
'Cause every time I leave
It’s like I’m making a mistake
The fog rolls in
Like old caterpillar’s smoke
I’m not sure if anyone misses me
But I’m sure that this is my home
Through the looking glass
A golden gate
I’m on the wrong side of it now
But my heart remained
All unbirthdays are
A cause to celebrate
And when I come back
I’m bringing all the cake, singing
Heart shaped apple tarts
Four and twenty pence
We’re all mad here
And it all makes perfect sense
Cock shaped macarons
Plated for the guests
We’re all mad here
And it all makes perfect sense
Last night I dreamt about Frank Chu
He was holding a sign
9 billion galaxies
12 trillion timelines
Which one is the one where I finally
End up in a life
Where I’m blocks from Dolores Park
In the city I call mine?
Last night I dreamt about Frank Chu
He was holding a sign
9 billion galaxies
12 trillion timelines
Which one is the one where I finally
End up in a life
Where I’m blocks from Dolores Park
In the city I call mine?
And it all makes perfect sense
And it all makes perfect sense