What was said to the rose that made it open? Was said here in my chest, unfettered and unspoken. Something entered me suddenly, a freshness bruised my lips. I was spellbound in the sanctity, in that moment when we kissed. So it is what it is, the six strings sing There's a pomegranate blushin your sun kissed skin. It is what it is...You're whatever made sugarcane sweet. Now there's no need for maps, Just sail me out to sea. You could cut me from this river bed and I'll be you're reed flute as you breath. New dawn you've awoken me like a birdsong in my tower. Our inner secrets newly bornlike a blooming Jasmine flower. So it is what it is, the six strings sing There's a pomegranate blush in your sun kissed skin. It is what it is... You're whatever made sugarcane sweet. Whatever put the eloquence in truth. Whatever made the sunset. Whatever put the drunkenness in wine. Is all I ever needed. Whatever put this melody in me, Is all it's ever meant to be. Whatever made you beautiful, Is whatever made sugarcane sweet
