Visitor

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?