I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
It doesn't remind me of anythingI like studying faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anythingThe 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 forgetI 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 anythingI 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 anythingThe 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 needBend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never beforeCalm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So discretely
We won't look backThe 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 needI 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
Composição: Audioslave / Chris Cornell.
