[Verse 1] Scan the milk, the greens, the juice, it's all here on the floor. Last item on the list is what I'm searching for. This bright dark store is huge, my time is running thin. The final scan won't start until the bread is in. [Pre-Chorus] I see muffins, baguettes, rye! Croissants reaching for the sky! Cinnamon spins in my head! Need the rustic ciabatta instead! [Chorus] RUSTIC CIABATTA! Running through the DARK STORE! RUSTIC CIABATTA! Can't close the order! RUSTIC CIABATTA! Won't search anymore! RUSTIC CIABATTA! Find it and I'm done with this DARK STORE! [Verse 2] Courier is waiting, my last nerve is shot. Searching every label in this brightly lit spot. Past the olive loaf, the garlic one I see. The only thing that matters is in front of me! [Pre-Chorus 2] See the donuts, wheat bread, rye! Buckwheat reaching for the sky! Danish pastry in my head! Need the rustic ciabatta instead! [Chorus] RUSTIC CIABATTA! Running through the DARK STORE! RUSTIC CIABATTA! Can't close the order! RUSTIC CIABATTA! (A-ha!) Won't search anymore! RUSTIC CIABATTA! Find it and I'm done with this DARK STORE! [The beat cuts off abruptly. Silence, then a whisper.] [Bridge] Top shelf... glow... Found you now.