I want to see you in every setting, every scene;
When you're hiding behind the trunks of Redwood trees,
or floating in the space between the beach and the sea.
Show me how to dance on an empty, tunneled street.

I want to see you in every setting, every scene.
As you're bounding around the snow-peaked mountain,
maybe swaying in the jungle breeze,
just kiss me as you do the lips of the desert dunes.

I want to see you in every setting, every scene;
Between my sheets,
staring, swirling, shaking, making,
sorting, starving, seeking, sinking,
sinking, sinking.

I want to see you in every setting, every scene;
Always throwing off the symmetry of the busy city,
and tangling yourself in the willow trees.
Drive me to the radio buzz of the dark highway countryside.

I want to see you in every setting, every scene.

I want to see you in in my last setting, my last scene.