Such a pity that all my lines are new And I'm so giddy thinking all these things of you What is a liar if all his lies are true But he's so perfect that he cannot be used Ah, I cut out the part where your face used to be But I kept the photo was a good one of me You're a mystery I cling to my past 'cause my future seems weak I wrote you those letters a thousand each week You're a mystery To me Imagination is all you'll ever need In all situations of feeling incomplete You take all my heroes and you burn them all away Said the mad man with plenty more to say I cut out the part where your face used to be But I kept the photo was a good one of me You're a mystery I cling to my past 'cause my future seems weak I wrote you those letters a thousand each week You're a mystery To me You're a mystery Oh to me