Matt Maltese Mystery
[Verse 1]
All of them
Dreaming strange inventions in the shade
Thirty mile-an-hour domestic winds
Blow away my nice domestic things
The ground is full of improbable vegetations
Black and heavy branches cut the sky
Mechanisms work behind my eyes
[Chorus]
What a mystery (Mystery)
That I could want you still
It's a mystery (Mystery)
That I would pick you ten out of nine times
[Verse 2]
The water's cold
All the red fish leave my feet alone
Crush of people walk along the street
The perfume they wear smells good to me
[Chorus]
And what a mystery (Mystery)
That I could want you still
It's a mystery (Mystery)
That I would pick you ten out of nine times
