Will we wake up in the body of a buffalo, 
running through the fields with our old friends? 
Or will we sleep with our favorite ghosts?
I'm just wondering what comes at the end.
I hope I meet you again.

You'll be a hummingbird. And I'll be a bumblebee.
And we will fall in love in our new skin. 
We will talk all night about our philosophies. 
As we lay wondering what comes at the end… 
I hope I meet you again.