[Intro — low, close] We meet. You have a name. A face. A history, probably. And I know nothing. Good. Let us begin. [Verse 1] I could ask where you were born, what you do, what you believe. I could take a dozen answers and decide what they must mean. I could place you in a drawer with the others I have known. Give the drawer a clever label and congratulate my own understanding. But that is not the method. That is memory wearing sight. That is yesterday deciding what I’m allowed to see tonight. [Pre-Chorus] So put away the little verdicts. Put experience outside. For one moment, let the person be larger than the guide. [Chorus] Method Zero. Start with nothing. Not the story. Not the role. Not the things I think I know about the body, mind, or soul. Method Zero. Look again. Let the stranger stay unknown. If I fill the space too quickly, I will only meet my own. [Verse 2] You smile. I think: defensive. You are quiet. I think: afraid. You look away. I build a theory before the second move is made. How efficient. How impressive. How completely wrong it may be. For the mind adores a shortcut when a person asks to be discovered. Not decoded. Not reduced to cause and scar. Not explained by all the people who resembled who you are. [Pre-Chorus] The difficult part is not attention. Any hunter can observe. The difficult part is keeping what you notice from the nerve to judge. [Chorus] Method Zero. Start with nothing. Not the story. Not the role. Not the things I think I know about the body, mind, or soul. Method Zero. Look again. Let the stranger stay unknown. If I fill the space too quickly, I will only meet my own. [Bridge — spoken-sung, instruments stripped back] Here is the discipline: I know that I know things. That is precisely the problem. I know childhood. Fear. Love. Defence. Loss. Desire. I know the names. And names are useful. Until they stand between my eyes and you. So for a moment, I put the world in brackets. Not because it is false. Because you may be something I have never seen before. [Verse 3] Perhaps tomorrow I will know you slightly better than today. Perhaps one gesture will destroy the elegant things I meant to say. Good. Let knowledge remain temporary. Let the picture learn to move. Let each answer open questions instead of closing into proof. And if one day I think I know you, pull the chair and start again. For a living human being is not the sum of where they’ve been. [Final Chorus — wider, firm, luminous] Method Zero. Start with nothing. Leave the certainty outside. Let me meet you before memory teaches me how to decide. Method Zero. Look again. No conclusion set in stone. Maybe knowing another person starts by knowing I don’t know. [Outro — low, close] We meet. You have a name. A face. A history. And I know almost nothing. Better. Now we can begin.
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