If when I die, my desire is buried with me
Would it sprout up into a tree?
Would it bear fruit?
And who would taste you in it?

If when I'm burned, my desire dances up to the sky
As it rises with the smoke
Could it still be mine?
And who would smell its fire?

If I desired nothing
Could I be as nothing as desire could be?
Would my desire leave me?
If it left me, what would I be?

Can you see it also?
How you make my skin glow?
I hear my brain go yeah, yeah, yeah
I will kill my ego, if you let your heart go

Listen to your gut go yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah