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