cumin Lyrics

Home is a room with faded red walls

Messy tables, warm tea

Dripping with incandescent lamps

Filled with people to populate its silence

Home is a room with faded red tables

Messy walls with speckled mirrors

And papers swimming on wooden floors

Waiting to drown you with their scrawled salts and sand between your toes

Home is a room with closed doors

Where an entired world of chaos and choice lives not behind, but within

That door keeps the potential inside

Lest it seep out the cracks and escape into the sky

Condensing into clouds that eventually rain down pasts of decisiveness

Yesterdays that cannot change phase but become trapped in the dirts of old soils

Home is that room

I have not had the pleasure of its empathetic embrace yet

But I will find it and it will love me