Doesn't Remind Me

I walk the streets of Japan 'til I get lost,
'cause it doesn't remind me of anything -
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross,
It doesn't remind me of anything...

I like studying faces in parking lots,
'cause it doesn't remind me of anything -
I like driving backwards in the fog,
'cause it doesn't remind me of anything...

The things that I've loved,
the things that I've lost -
Things that 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

The things that I've loved,
things that I've lost,
things that 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...

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 descretely we won't look back...

The things that I've loved,
things that I've lost,
things that 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...

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