Me Dê

If you have to spare
One to subvert me, my dear
Give me, give me, give me

I who was never so sure
Strike a pose of someone who doesn't read you
But I do read, I just don't know
If you want

You who have this maneuver and
I don't know how to respond, my dear
Give me, give me, give me

A more sincere reason
So I don't have to love you
But I do want to, I just don't know
If you want

My configuration
My home, my salt
My consignment
My ritual

I am no longer my loneliness
You bring me continuation
That air of swallowing me
I have eyes to see you
And hands to applaud you