It takes lots of little deaths,
     don't you see?
To get back to what God
     made us first to be;
One after the other, of the
     us the world has grown
Until all that's left at last 
     is us and us alone. 

It's all about forgiving
     and just letting go 
Of others, as well as 
     ourselves, don't you 
     know?
Again and again, sluffing 
     off the scabs of years
     of sinning,
Leaving nothing but raw,
     what God meant us 
     to be from the
     beginning.