Flour on the counter, sugar in the air, A pinch of cinnamon and a loving stare. The oven window glows a warm gold hue, Every single sweet thing reminds me of you. Rolling out the dough on wooden boards, Whispering secrets and quiet chords. Outside the winter wind begins to moan, Inside we’re never standing on our own. Spinning round the kitchen to a quiet tune, Underneath the silver of a crescent moon. Holding hands with flour on our sleeves, Watching all the frosted window leaves. It’s a Christmas bakery waltz tonight! Swirling in the warmth of the candle light. With sugar and spice and a heart so true, All I ever wanted was right here with you. Yeah, dancing through the flour and the snow, In the sweetest little holiday glow. A gingerbread house sitting on the shelf, Sweeter than anything I imagined myself. You brush a speck of flour from my cheek, Finding every word we didn't need to speak. Spinning round the kitchen to a quiet tune, Underneath the silver of a crescent moon. Holding hands with flour on our sleeves, Watching all the frosted window leaves. It’s a Christmas bakery waltz tonight! Swirling in the warmth of the candle light. With sugar and spice and a heart so true, All I ever wanted was right here with you. Yeah, dancing through the flour and the snow, In the sweetest little holiday glow. Years may pass like the falling rain... Let’s bake this sweet memory over again. It’s a Christmas bakery waltz tonight! Swirling in the warmth of the candle light! With sugar and spice and a heart so true, All I ever wanted was right here with you! Yeah, dancing through the flour and the snow, In the sweetest little holiday glow. Sweet holiday glow... Goodnight.
