David De Lira

2021 - Ongoing

I'm unclean, a libertine. And every time you vent your spleen, I seem to lose the power of speech.
You're slipping slowly from my reach. You grow me like an evergreen.
You've never seen the lonely me at all.

Please, look at me while you can.
See me for who I am.
Show me your ways before.
You grow up to be someone quite insignificant.

You were mother nature's son.
Someone to whom I could relate.
Your needle and your damage done.
Remains a sordid twist of fate.

Now I sleep in the belly of men.
And I sleep in the belly of rhythm.
And I sleep in the belly of love.
I sleep in the belly of oceans.
I sleep in the belly of truth.
I sleep in the belly of kindness.
And I sleep in the belly of you.

Never thought you'd make me perspire.
Never thought I'd do you the same.
Never thought I'd fill with desire.
Never thought I'd feel so ashamed.

We have traded places times before.
We were built for making love and not for war.