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Walking through the market of the midnight mind
Leaving all the heavy, grey words behind
The air is thick, it's a golden haze
Setting the static in the brain ablaze
I smell the memory of a desert fire
Burning on the edges of a wild desire
Paprika dust on the cobblestone
I'm in the middle of the crowd but I'm dancing alone
It hits the nose, then it hits the chest
(Boom, boom, ka-boom)
A spicy rhythm that will never rest
It's not a language, it's a pheromone
A signal sent to the unknown
Inhale the future, exhale the past
Make the fever last
Saffron and smoke, the rhythm we provoke
Cinnamon spin, the salt upon the skin
We don't need to talk about the way we feel
The beat is the only thing that's truly real
Ginger and gold
A story never told
It's the spice of the life
Cutting through like a knife
Cardamom whisper in the dead of night
Turning the shadow into ultraviolet light
I taste the treble, and I smell the bass
I see the emotion on a stranger's face
It's a sensory overload, a vivid bloom
Breaking the walls of this empty room
Turmeric yellow and velvet red
Get the logic out of your head
It hits the nose, then it hits the chest
(Bo-boom, boom, ka-boom)
A spicy rhythm that will never rest
It's not a language, it's a pheromone
A signal sent to the unknown
Inhale the future, exhale the past
Make the fever last
Saffron and smoke, the rhythm we provoke
Cinnamon spin, the salt upon the skin
We don't need to talk about the way we feel
The beat is the only thing that's truly real
Ginger and gold
A story never told
It's the spice of the life
Cutting through like a knife
Ooh
Ooh
Vanilla, clove, the treasure trove
The heat, the sweet, the concrete
Open the jar, see where we are
It's raw, it's rare, it's everywhere
Saffron and smoke
Can you smell the rhythm?
Let it sink in
Just breathe
Just move
Taste the groove
