Mystery (quiet)

Mystery(quiet) - Matt Maltese

All of them

Dreaming strange

Inventions in the shade

30 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

Such a mystery mystery

That I would pick you

Ten out of nine times