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?