It isn't a dream, you only heard yourself The means of your life, create and melt In front of you, beneath closed lids The path to freedom, Nirvana, here sits
Here sits... here sits... here sits
Nirvana calls from behind the wall The wall that you built, with you will fall If not for trust with infected hands The secret shore will come, come to hand
Here sits... here sits... here sits
Plant your tree of hidden dreams Beneath your fears that burst the seams The consumate growth will break your bones Become a tree, become a tree, secure, alone
Here sits... here sits... here sits
Pluck out the roots of buried truth Ride the bean that passes through The consumate growth will break your bones Become a tree, secure, alone Become a tree, secure, alone Become a tree, secure, alone