Screaming Trees - Song of a Baker

There's wheat in the field And water in the stream And salt in the mine And an aching in me I can no longer stand and wonder 'Cos I'm driven by this hunger So I'll jug some water Bake some flour Store some salt and wait the hour I'm thinking of love Love is sinking of me And the baker will come And the baker I'll be I'm depending on my labour The texture and the flavour I can no longer stand and wonder 'Cos I'm driven by this hunger So I'll jug some water Bake some flour Store some salt and wait the hour