You come out at night. That's when the energy comes. And the dark side's light. And the vampires roam. You strut your rasta wear. And your suicide poem. And a cross from a faith that died. Before Jesus came. You're building a mystery. You live in a church. Where you sleep with voodoo dolls. And you won't give up the search. For the ghosts in the halls. You wear sandals in the snow. And a smile that won't wash away. Can you look out the window. Without your shadow getting in the way?. You're so beautiful. With an edge and charm. but so careful. When I'm in your arms. Cause you're working. Building a mystery. Holding on and holding it in. Yeah you're working. Building a mystery. And choosing so carefully. You woke up screaming aloud. A prayer from your secret god. You feed off our fears. And hold back your tears oh. Give us a tantrum. And a know it all grin. Just when we need one. When the evening's thin. You're a beautiful. A beautiful fucked up man. You're setting up your. Razor wire shrine. Cause you're working. Building a mystery. Holding on and holding it in. Yeah you're working. Building a mystery. And choosing so carefully. Ooh you're working. Building a mystery. Holding on and holding it in. Yeah you're working. Building a mystery. And choosing so carefully. Yeah you're working. Building a mystery. Holding on and holding it in. Yeah you're working. Building a mystery. And choosing so carefully. You're building a mystery.