It's far too perfect an end 

Aren't I supposed to learn to bend in all kinds of unnatural ways? You've already seen me at my best 

Oh my god 

you've seen me undressed 

So much for mystery


And on the count of ten 

Swear you'll tell me the truth 

Is there a minefield under you too? 

And do you wanna run to the nearest telephone booth 

and call me?


'Cause it's not like I don't know you 

And I don't wanna throw you 

But it's damn near impossible 

to meet your gaze 

And the silence just isn't the same 

It only feeds the flame and steers us clear of the blaze


'Cause I've always tied myself to the deadest driest trees 

And I've been known 

to strike a match 

And now I'm screaming 

like bloody hell to be set free 

And all you have to do boy is catch


Catch my drift 

Drift to me

The only mystery is what your answer will be


The real mystery is why 

I just won't accept the truth 

That I've been resenting red

for not being blue 

Like I've been resenting him 

for not being you 

And not calling me home