He wears a sad smile 
Nothing to laugh about 
He's the mystery 
That no one ever talks about 
He's highly flammable 
You dare not strike a single match tonight

Wants to be near you 
Somebody noticed 
In the crowded hours 
He's silenced by his wallflower 
That wants to say so much 
His mind's an operator 
Drowning in a flood of calls

In dreams, you cry, you're scared 
You hold the flame up high 
You light up the street 
Longing for company 
He'll burn every mile of his troubled past 
He wants to be your friend 
Something simple in the end

He bought a woman, paid by the hour 

She's the mystery, the faker with all the power 
Who's seldom lonely 
He'd give her anything to feel the same

There must be more to this 
Or is this all he has? 
Mother Mary's child 
Worships her photograph 
His orphan's bed at night 
Pines for mother's gentle soul tonight 
To comfort all the scars

In dreams, you cry, you're scared 
You hold the flame up high 
You light up the street 
Longing for company 
He'll burn every mile of his troubled past 
He wants to be your friend 
Something simple in the end 
But you couldn't see that in the end