Building A Mystery

You come out at night
that's when the energy comes
and the dark side's light
and the vampires roam
you strut your rasta wear
and your suicide poem
and a cross from a faith
that died before Jesus came
you're building a mystery
You live in a church
where you sleep with voodoo dolls
and you won't give up the search
for the ghosts in the halls
you wear sandals in the snow
and a smile that won't wash away
can you look out the window
without your shadow getting in the way
oh you're so beautiful
with an edge and a charm
but so careful
when I'm in your arms
'Cause you're working
building a mystery
holding on and holding it in
yeah you're working
building a mystery
and choosing so carefully
You woke up screaming aloud
a prayer from your secret god
you feed off our fears
and hold back your tears
Give us a tantrum
and a know it all grin
just when we need one
when the evening's thin
Oh you're a beautiful
a beautiful fucked up man
you're setting up your
razor wire shrine