The Mystery

Yeah she's your girl But she's my girl too When we enter the mystic It feels like rain on a tin roof Isolation Strawberry moon Debbie can't dance But she knows how to move Let the mystery repeat itself Let the mystery repeat itself I'm never getting dressed To go to war Torch those rags and watch the fire grow I met the minotaur Down at the dive bar He bought me a drink And he said Let the mystery repeat itself Let the mystery repeat itself Out past the sirens where the banshees wail Turn back pink satin sheets and hoist the sails There's always been room for more than me More than you More than two than three than four Let the mystery repeat itself Let the mystery repeat itself Let the mystery repeat itself Let the mystery repeat itself Say it with me now No axe no blade In the sacred grove No axe no blade In the sacred grove No axe no blade In the sacred grove