"Mystery Hours" as written by and Carl Allan Newman....
Always the true one, calm, selective,
Staking a claim among the young defectives, far off under the nighttime, baby, crawl into the wave.
Got to be cool now, unprotected, you come around every day to collect me,
Far off into the nighttime, baby, crawl into the wave. Come on, give it to me.

Yes, those mystery hours.

But officers, the rumbling, the sound of the collective crumbling, around to the ground, surrender the town.
I call out the numbers, the rumble of collected thunder today, the wages are down.
Come on, give it to me.

Yes, those mystery hours. Mystery hours.

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"Mystery Hours" as written by Carl Allan Newman


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    General Commentwell I'm not sure, I think it's about someone who doesn't let anyone in, like a wall around her heart or whatever and he sings about trying to get in, break down the wall?....haha I don't know, I'm prolly wrong.
    lulabelleon February 07, 2006   Link
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    General Commentpretty sure its about a prostitute....

    read the lyrics with that in mind, it all pretty much fits.
    ianjon September 25, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI read ianj's comment before trying to figure out the tune for myself so I don't know if that influenced my opinion but makes sense. I now think it's about a prostitute.
    SomethingCleveron February 09, 2007   Link

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