"Stripped"
(From Morning Becomes Eclectic Broadcast - 1998)

(lyrics by Martin Gore)

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
I’m 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
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Let me see you stripped down to the bone