Chandeen - Ginger

A nervous evening settles Down calling a wind that Deprives all the dust and all The soil away from my soul a Thousand sprites dance in my head don't understand a word they call only you can make Them fall asleep wherever you are a taste like ginger in the air, here, where gold was Mined drenched by tainted Games we used to play a taste Like ginger in the air, Where gold was mined drenched by tainted games we used to Play to kill the Sadness...pictures rising from the past calling the wind that deprives all the dust and all the soil and Make me want to smile i grab The pillow at my side your voice is in the air i can't Feel an ending treasures scattered everywhere a taste Like ginger in the air, Here, where gold was mined Drenched by tainted games we Used to play a taste like ginger in the air, where gold was mined drenched by tainted Games we used to playto kill The sadness...