E A E A E A E 1. I walk the streets of Japan till I get lostA E Cause it doesn’t remind me of anythingA E With a graveyard tan carrying a crossA E Cause 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 driving backwards in the fog Cause it doesn’t remind me of anythingE A D E R: 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 2. 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 ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything R: The things that I’ve loved...D C *: 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 R: The things that I’ve loved... 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