Tori Amos - Thoughts Lyrics
Thoughts right nowI picked up a magazineOhh, here we goFifteen hundred yearsFifteen hundred years right hereBurning witches, burning booksBurning babies and their looksYes, indeedBurning everything thats sacred in my jeansThoughts right nowShes been everybody elses girlThoughts right now, nowThoughts right nowRight nowAm I here?Am I here?Never hereIm never hereIm never hereIm never hereNever a birdOr a flower in the treeOr the pain of the respect thereofYes, indeedThoughts right nowWhat will become of me?Become of her?Become of we, babe yeah?