Mystery Novels

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

And 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 of the last 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

Mystery novels about you