You

What happens when you're nude? When you're stripped down to your skin? What's left of the You you've built? Just some memories and some dreams What's there when you forget? When you're stripped down to your core? What's left of the You that is grown in you? A simple spectator to your thoughts I can feel the world is lost And I don't know at what cost But if we stop the worship of Self Then maybe love hasn't lost Acknowledge you are small A narrow view from one body In this big old crowded world You can't possibly know it all Selfhood is the wall between You and me so let's knock it down There ain't no conversation If you're so fucking sure that you're right I can feel the world is lost And I don't know at what cost But if we stop the worship of Self Then maybe love hasn't lost