Cumin

I been trading
Precious stones
For your safe haven.
The more and more that I shoulder, let it come.
It makes the feast much richer.
All in all, you're open;
So I let it go.
Cuz I been hard, and I been patient.
On your shores,
There's something ancient.
I recognize your accent,
I anchor to your drawl:
Petra or Gaza?
And I let it go.
Holding
Holding
Holding on...
I always been your rhythm:
A ragged pulse
To your electric slide.
The more and more that I follow,
The more I let it go.
Let it go...