Ego - Gry, FM Einheit

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