Willy Porter – Mystery

Rolling through my mind like a carnival
cotton candy, the queen of the fair
the moon burned through your fabric
like a gypsy moth, you danced drunk on the air

what I like about you
are all the birds that you set free
I see them out on the wire
beneath the street light

and the mystery of you
keeps me holding on
like the mystery of two

down where the river banks bend
with bare-foot stars and satellites
I studied the lines of your face
tucked them away
in the sweet light
the broken man in me
had given up on getting through
the bare trees of my history
the days before you

what I like about you
are all the things that I can’t see
when you take off your dress
in the sweet light

and the mystery of you
keeps me holding on
like the mystery of truth, keeps me holding on
yeah the mystery of you,
keeps me holding on forever
it goes on

silhouettes and photographs
color the lines around the past
all the carnage, all the tears
along the road to getting here