Building A Mystery

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?

Oh you're so beautiful,
With an edge and a 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,
Choosing so carefully...

You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears

You give us a tantrum
And a know-it-all grin,
Just when we need one,
When the evening's thin

Oh 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, holding it in
Yeah you're working,
Building a mystery,
Choosing so carefully...

You're building a mystery...

-- S. McLachlan