Lyrics Cumin - The Acorn

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 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.