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