Texty: Live. Mystery.

My ammunition won't load into my gun
My inhibitions they fall like the weight from a stone
You laid my heart away like a homeless dusted fool
Somehow this dime stone ring still shines like a diamond to you

Oh how it deepens
Oh how it deepens

Your mystery
Keeps on turning me on
Your mystery

I thought I knew the rules,
I thought I held it in my hand
I thought I was bullet-proof,
'till the blood pooled up in the sand
Are you a satellite, a shooting star or a dove
Did we put you way up there,
or did god sent you down from above
Above

Oh how it deepens
Oh how it deepens

Your mystery
Keeps on turning me on
Your mystery
Burns me up like the sun
Your mystery

My eyes have seen the glory of a love that does transcend
My eyes have seen the worst inside of men
And the fear is like a falling bridge broken from the edge
And the proof is in the bloodshot eyes of the one who failed to see

Your mystery
Keeps on turning me on
Your mystery
Burns me up like the sun
Your mystery
Keeps on turning me on
Your mystery
Burns me up like the sun
Your mystery
See it for yourself

*background vocals*