I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan an' carrying a cross
It doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like travelin' backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
 [bad word] 
The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
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
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like hammering nails, and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
 [bad word] 
The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
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...

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
 [bad word] 
The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
Don't want to learn what I'll need...

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause 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