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?