Stripped down to the bone …”

“We all want to … even need to be ‘seen’, to be ‘known’. Without being first seen, known, held & beheld in the mind of another – How Can We Be Known to Ourselves?”

“Come with me, into the trees
We’ll lay on the grass and let the hours pass

Take my hand. Come back to the land.
Let’s get away. Just for one day

Let me see you, stripped down to the bone.
Let me see you, stripped down to the bone.

Metropolis, has nothing on this.
You’re breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss.

Take my hand. Come back to the land.
Where everything’s ours, For a few hours.

Let me see you, stripped down to the bone.
Let me see you, stripped down to the bone.

Let me hear you, make decisions. Without your television.
Let me hear you speaking, just for me.

Let me see you, stripped down to the bone.”

‘Stripped’ ~ Depeche Mode [orig.]