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