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?