Crime is done, I'm alone in the night
There's no one to save and there's no one to fight
Now you're gone and i'm just lookin' around
Chasin' shadows and traces in the sky, on the ground
I pray for a miracle
Father, don't take him away
Rise up for a miracle
Save him or don't let me stay
Such a shame now you're out of my reach
And it hurts, I don't know should I curse, should I preach?
Play the game - put a gun to your head
Smile - give me a shot - pull the trigger - you're dead
Goin' down, you're goin' down all the way
Down to the needle park
Goin' down, you're goin' down like a little child
Lost in the dark
Last, last goodbye - you'll take yours and I'll take mine
Dance around the candle like a butterfly
Can you tell me why?
Last, last goodbye - bitter as a silent cry
Blowin' out the chance to do a second try
Just another try
Day by day crossin' oceans of pain
God I wish I could stop this old runaway train
Far away like a shadow, a ghost
Now the magic is gone and the spirit is lost
Goin' down, you're goin' down all the way
Down to the needle park
Goin' down, you're goin' down like a little child
Lost in the darkAnother Mystery
Get off your catwalk, I want you to talk, To be the seer instead of the seen.
There is a flower, a leaning tower, and all the wonders stand in between. I
don't want to be another mystery, oh no, I don't want to see who's looking at
me, oh no, I wanna be the one to feel the sun, oh whoa, So if you want to see
the world with me, let's go. The alligator, the god that made her, And all the
creatures that got left behind, And Mycenae, Ave Maria, And everything you
gotta dig harder to find. I don't want to be a vapor of heavenly light,
Everybody guess if I'm an angel or sprite. I don't want to be another mystery,
oh no, I don't want to see who's looking at me, oh no, I wanna be the one to
feel the sun, oh whoa, So if you want to see the world wit hme, let's go. You
could pursue it, hell I could do it, I'll just be quiet when I get angry and
hurt, I'm stopping traffic, cinemagraphic, With my long black coat hanging down
in the dirt, And my hair clinging to my face in the rain, Like a goddess from
the cult of be
autiful pain, I do'nt want to be another mystery, I don't want to be another
mystery, I could cut you off with a shoulder of stone, Smoke all night and
leave the party alone, Screw myself with and inscrutable pout, But I just want
you to come and figure me out. I don't want to be another mystery, oh no, I
don't want to see who's looking at me, oh no, I wanna be the one to feel the
sun, oh whoa, So if you want to see the world with me, let's go. I don't want
to be another mystery. I don't want to be another mystery. . .