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

(chorus)
'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 . . .



by the goddess of Lilith Fair,

Sarah McLachlan



All about Sarah . . . the dark angel of music

Mother teach me to walk again Open the doors that lead on into Eden I will stare at the sun until its light doesn't blind me I will walk into the fire 'til its heat doesn't burn me And I will feed the fire Into the fire I'm reunited Into the fire I am the spark Into the night I yearn for comfort Into the night, Into the fire