A Mystery

I wrote this hoping that you'd hear it on a Sunday afternoon And it goes with whatever you're reading and the scenery Just try it on, just try it out for me I've been singing your name to the beat, like Ooh Ooh I read your story once in a dream Our threads are connected like a pretty little latticework piece And it goes with whatever you're wearing and the scenery Just try it on, you'll figure me out I'm friends with the weather but I'm floating on a sea of sorrows like Ooh Ooh I hold my tongue enough Keep it tight, closed, shuddered up And it goes with whatever you want of me, I'll be scenery But I'd like to be a riddle, a limit undefined A mystery is sleeping in every mind A mystery is sleeping in every mind A mystery is sleeping in Ooh Ooh