Mystery

Song: Mystery

Artist: Matt Maltese

Lyrics: Matt Maltese

All of them

Dreaming strange inventions in the shade

Thirty mile-an-hour domestic winds

Blow away my nice domestic things

The ground is full of improbable vegetations

Black and heavy branches cut the sky

Mechanisms work behind my eyes

What a mystery (Mystery)

That I could want you still

It's a mystery (Mystery)

That I would pick you ten out of nine times

The water's cold

All the red fish leave my feet alone

Crush of people walk along the street

The perfume they wear smells good to me

And what a mystery (Mystery)

That I could want you still

It's a mystery (Mystery)

That I would pick you ten out of nine times