Cumin - The Acorn

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 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.