It's far too perfect an end 
Aren't I supposed to learn to bend in all kinds of unnatural ways? You've already seen me at my best 
Oh my god 
You've seen me undressed 
So much for mystery

And on the count of ten 
Swear you'll tell me the truth 
Is there a minefield under you too? 
And do you wanna run to the nearest telephone booth 
And call me?

'Cause it's not like I don't know you 
And I don't wanna throw you 
But it's damn near impossible 
To meet your gaze 
And the silence just isn't the same 
It only feeds the flame and steers us clear of the blaze

'Cause I've always tied myself to the deadest driest trees 
And I've been known 
To strike a match 
And now I'm screaming 
Like bloody hell to be set free 
And all you have to do boy is catch

Catch my drift 
Drift to me
The only mystery is what your answer will be

The real mystery is why 
I just won't accept the truth 
That I've been resenting red
For not being blue 
Like I've been resenting him 
For not being you 
And not calling me home