Saffron Tide | Ethnic Deep House

Sand on your ankle Salt on your skin You look at me once And pull me in Low drum, steady heartbeat Circle and sway I follow your shadow Into the day Spin me slow Hold me there Orange sky In your stare Take me under Take me under Saffron tide, pull me closer Take me under Take me under Stay right here till the water folds Clay pots on the table Jasmine in bloom Your voice in the doorway Filling the room Feet keep their pattern Soft on the floor One little moment Then I want more Spin me slow Hold me there Orange sky In your stare Take me under Take me under Saffron tide, pull me closer Take me under Take me under Stay right here till the water folds One breath One touch Night leans in Just enough Take me under Take me under Saffron tide, pull me closer Take me under Take me under Stay right here till the water folds Take me under Take me under Till the last gold hour dissolves