Cinnamon
(Johan Bengtsson)
At least there’s one thing I can do
I can make tea for you
When you’re down and alone
I can bring you this song
And the universe still sings
Its symphony of strings
In a room that is scented with cinnamon
On the kitchen stove a pot
That simmers brown and hot
And a room that is scented with cinnamon
It is here that I’m building my home
In the presence of the loved and the brave
It is here that I belong
In the heart of the things that we saved
I remember when this place
Was empty, without face
Before the room became scented with cinnamon
When the walls would still resound
With sounds of silence, echoing loud
Before the house became scented with cinnamon
I’m not sure if I’m forgiven
But I don’t know if I did wrong
But I know that it’s you that I want
You’re my comfort and my life
My promises and vows
And I pray that it’s me that you want
It is with you I am building my home
In the presence of the loved and the brave
It is here that I belong
In the heart of the things that we saved
And finally we’re here
With our pointlessness and fear
That the turn’s not just a change in the weather
But what good is it to doubt
The things that we are about?
And blame the change in the weather
The tree is not the point
The gifts are not the point
The meal is not the point
And the light is not the point
It’s not at all about that
It’s not at all about that
And the universe still sings
Its symphony of strings
In a room that is scented with cinnamon
On the kitchen stove a pot
That simmers brown and hot
And a room that is scented with cinnamon
It is here that I’m building my home
In the presence of the loved and the brave
It is here that I belong
In the heart of the things that we saved
And the universe still sings
Its symphony of strings
In a room that is scented with cinnamon
On the kitchen stove a pot
That simmers brown and hot
And a room that is scented with cinnamon
And the universe still sings
Its symphony of strings
In a room that is scented with cinnamon
On the kitchen stove a pot
That simmers brown and hot
And a room that is scented with cinnamon
And the universe…
And the universe…
At least there’s one thing I can do
Credits:
Johan Bengtsson (vocals, guitar, organ, piano, electric guitar, bass and drum programming)
Anna Palme (fireplace)
Credits (Age and Time version):
Johan Bengtsson (vocals, keyboard, programming)