Oh, how fresh what now is found
New sights new smells foreign sounds
Dig deep in the new dirt
Which in reality is centuries older than me
In all the reincarnate lives
Sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers, husbands, wives
How can we learn from the ones we've loved so dear that died?
Oh, to be a visitor
Getting wrapped up in a new tradition
Oh, to learn to find yourself
In all sorts of strange new positions
Alive, in love
And looking for peace in the east, west, flip the theme of conquest
Whatcha got left when all you know is gone?
How can we learn from our silhouettes
That we're just matter assembled like minarets
Casting a shadow in the light of the unrest
Egoless forms just here until the sun sets
Hovering above
A little scared to dive deeper but still in love
Entranced by the speaking of foreign tongues
Or the silence that lingers on
Oh, to be a visitor
Getting wrapped up in a new tradition
Oh, to learn to find yourself
In all sorts of strange new positions
Alive, in love
And looking for peace in the east, west, flip the theme of conquest
Whatcha got left when all you know is gone?
Whatcha got left when all you know is gone?
Whatcha got left when all you know is gone?
Whatcha got left when all you know is gone?
Oh, to be a visitor
Getting wrapped up in a new tradition
Oh, to learn to find yourself
In all sorts of strange new positions
Alive, in love
And looking for peace in the east, west, flip the theme of conquest
Whatcha got left when all you know is gone?