When I saw, it was already there
That slow-burning fire of yours that made me give in
It even feels like a spell or an orixá chant
Nor anybody's ever heard of
And was it Xangô or was it Iemanjá
When I saw, it was already there
That slow-burning fire of yours that made me give in
Whatever's meant to be will be
That slow-burning fire of yours that made me give in
And it showed up without even warning me
When I saw, it was already there
That slow-burning fire of yours that made me give in
Whatever's meant to be will be
Whatever's meant to be will be