Oh, how fresh what now is found
New sights new smells and 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 $$#embled 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?