When we wake up, we'll be naked
Unaccounted, and embarrassed
For the sheets are relief maps
Of the landscapes we created
If every single person died today
What would they leave behind to say?
Dirt, bones, fake hair, and they go back
They fill the holes in all the mirrors we make
Unbeknownst to our movements
We made mountains and ruins
When I forget my purpose
I remember no one's perfect
Da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da
The feeling you get when the phone wakes you up
You call them back, but that's not enough
Or makes it the fact that you don't explode
Or makes it the fact that you don't explode
If every single person died today
What would they leave behind to say?
