Tori Amos Here in my head live

tori amos 1992 held your hand at the fair and even forgot what time it was and even thomas jefferson wasn't born in your backyard like you have said and maybe i'm just the horizon you run to when she has left you and me here alone on the floor you're counting my feathers as the bells toll you see the bow and the belt and the girl from the south all favorites of mine you know them all well and spring brings fresh little puddles that makes it all clear makes it all... hey, do you know hey, do you know what this is doing to me?