Bake Me In Clouds

I can see the buildings dancing.
I can hear the screaming trees.
Lady Mary wont you drop by?
I can show you the birds and bees.
Now wont you bake me in clouds?
I can tell your future.
Bake me in clouds.
Nothing truly matters.
Bake me in clouds.
You can take my picture.
Bake me in clouds.
I can smell the bridges burning.
I can see the English steam.
Lady Mary wont you drop by?
You and your gallant figurines.
Now wont you bake me in clouds?
I can tell your future.
Bake me in clouds.
Nothing truly matters.
Bake me in clouds.
You can take my picture.
Bake me in clouds.
We can have ourselves a gala,
decorated and pristine.
Baby dances with the owls,
baby laughing oh so loud without its mouth.
Your in the clear for now.
Now won’t you bake me in clouds?