It started and it let go of my hand
I tried to get it back but it could not understand
What you started would you end?
Its easy in the light of the morning
But in the dark its hard to tell if somethings there
What you started would you end?
Stop the mystery is over
The mystery is over
Stop the mystery is over now
The kind of things that hang over my head
Are hanging from the ceilings of lonesome men
If all is lost the boy cried from his bed
At least theres something left to believe in still
Its all our lives