There's nothing to say but she came and then she went through. Her cardamom powder sneeze raised the old hotel roof. There's nothing to play so we swam into the rock pool. Habits are breaking me
sun's from the west. And the sand in the glass is right. Come on down, stop on by. Hop a carpet and fly. To another Arabian night. As you wind through the streets at the fabled bazaars. With the cardamom
. The gardens and the groves. In the cardamom and cloves. Let me be. . Golden brown. Heady fragrance all around. An intoxicating sound. Let me drown in your love. Take me back. Where no frozen
