Yeah, you're a tree, and your place's in the park,
And when I'm in the dark, I come back to this place.
Yeah, you're a tree, as everyone can see stark,
But if I look straight at you for the longest of times,
You will hear my gaze.
Yeah, you're a tree, your trunk is lucid and clean,
But when my hand touches you, you can hear my touch.
Yeah, you're a tree, and I'm like an aspen tree leaf,
But you're an offspring of water and earth, but I'm [a] fire's son.
I will await you there where you instruct me to,
Where you instruct me to,
As long as this blood's in me, and your boughs're filled with the wind,
Yeah, I shall wait for you, wait for you.
Yeah, you're a tree, you hide your leaves in the clouds,
But one leaf has flown past my face to fend.
So, you're a tree, and we're in good hands for now,
And we will wait until the end of time's running,
And we will meet after the end.