آهنگ: Gry. Public Recording. Ego.

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.