It shall be you that crosses my land That walks in my sand That drips in my mind It shall be you that teases my dew That dance in my language That influences my view Ego, ego, ego where you go It shall be you if I tell you to My ego complains that in those wishes of you I'm too far away Ego Ego demands that it shall be you That poems my skin That salties my tongue That those pieces of you, it's to me they belong.