Lyrics:

Scott Weiland wrote this song about Janina Castaneda. It’s a ballad about being ingrossed in a person that you want to be with even after death.
Our bed we live, our bed we sleep
Making love and I become you
Flesh is warm with naked feet
Stabbing thorns and you become me

Oh, I'd beg for you
Oh, you know I'll beg for you

Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me
Ask if you can bring a friend
Pick a flower, hold your breath
And drift away

She holds my hand, we share a laugh
Slipping orange blossom breezes
Love is still and sweat remains
A cherished gift, unselfish feeling

Oh, I'd beg for you
Oh, you know I'll beg for you

Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me
Ask if you can bring a friend
Pick a flower, hold your breath
And drift away

She tells me things, I listen well
Drink the wine and save the water
Skin is smooth, I steal a glance
Dragon flies are gliding over

Oh, I'd beg for you
Oh, you know I'll beg for you

Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me
Ask if you can bring a friend
Pick a flower, hold your breath
And drift away