Story Of The Damaru Drum

Boy had a drum in his hands
It would breath in his sleep
He would beat on that drum
‘Til the morning weeped

Beating that drum, three, two, one, like a waltz
My hips turned to his
And that drum stole my pulse

Boy told me: If you can hear me, we’re falling in love
‘Cause no one has danced that way to the sound of my drum

He told me: Stick to me, may happiness come
But the more he needed me
The faster the drum

And I fell in the speed
Oh, it’s mad that what I need
Is a man from the weak
Who can lose himself in me
But then keep his hands steady on the beat