You're a silent film that
I've been trying to decode
But I can't read your lips
The script is tearing at the fold
You're a rainy day in the middle of July
Glad that you are here, but I never was quite sure why
I think all the authors write
Their mystery novels about you
I think all the authors write
Their mystery novels about you
You are abstract art
Hung on a wall without a frame
Try to figure out what it means
But the painter never gave you a name
You're a diamond ring I found inside a thrift store
And I can't help but wonder who owned you before
I think all the authors write
Their mystery novels about you
I think all the authors write
Their mystery novels about you
I think all the authors write
Their mystery novels about you
I think all the authors write
Their mystery novels about you
I think all the authors write
Their mystery novels about you
Mystery novels, about-
