八角 Aniseed

Aniseed,
you make my tastebuds bleed,
your magic aroma,
hot wry and sweet,
Aniseed,
you spice up my tea,
infuse into me the scent of a past dream.
Aniseed,
she made me taste you,
feeding me flavors from her faraway travels,
now I bleed,
because of you aniseed,
I taste her absence in your rich essence.
Why do I cling?
why do I cling?
Why did I surrender everything?
Why do I sing?
Oh why am I still singing?
For all there's left was a jar,
with spices shaped like a star.
Aniseed,
you make my tastebuds bleed,
your scent wakes a smile that was growing on me,
aniseed,
you lured me out of my seat,
out in the open where I met my defeat.
Why do I cling?
Why do I cling?
Why did I surrender everything?
Why do I sing?
Oh why am I still singing?
For all there's left was a jar,
with spices shaped like a star.
Hmmm, Aniseed...
Mastered at Loud! by Zlaya Hadzic
Released by Zip Record