Mystery

You can't tell me there is no mystery

Mystery

Mystery

You can't tell me there is no mystery

It's everywhere I turn

Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright

Snow lies bright

Snow lies bright

Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright

Can set my heart to burn

Stood before the shaman, I saw star-strewn space

Star-strewn space

Star-strewn space

Stood before the shaman, I saw star strewn space

Behind the eye holes in his face

Infinity always gives me vertigo

Vertigo

Vertigo

Infinity always gives me vertigo

And fills me up with grace

I was built on a Friday and you can't fix me

You can't fix me

You can't fix me

I was built on a Friday and you can't fix me

Even so I've done okay

So grab that last bottle full of gasoline

Gasoline

Gasoline

Grab that last bottle full of gasoline

Light a toast to yesterday

And don't tell me there is no mystery

Mystery

Mystery

And don't tell me there is no mystery

It overflows my cup

This feast of beauty can intoxicate

Intoxicate

Intoxicate

This feast of beauty can intoxicate

Just like the finest wine

So all you stumblers who believe love rules

Believe love rules

Believe love rules

Come all you stumblers who believe love rules

Stand up and let it shine

Stand up and let it shine