八角 Aniseed歌词

作词 : Jeroen den Hengst
作曲 : Jeroen den Hengst
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...

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Released by Zip Record