I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Because it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Because it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Because it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Because it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Because it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Because it doesn't remind me of anything
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Because it doesn't remind me of anything
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So discreetly
We won't look back
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Because it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
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