mystery of love

the city gates at twilight

and a red ship sinking

behind winter's grey wall

ice in the wind

but a fire in the embers

of my heart

as darkness falls

in a candlelit room

where your eyes are laughing

smoking in the red chair

and nothing in the world

'cept the beating of my heart

against the nerves of the air

and i know there's a light

at the end of the tunnel

cos i taste it on your lips

and i feel a weight

that can bear me double

you lift it with your fingertips

so often it happens

that words prove useless

in the face of how it feels

so it is as the mystery of love

keeps growing

the more my heart reveals

temptations endless whispers

try to keep it in perspective

so much to distract

walking on a wire

while your juggling desire

it's all part of this balancing act

and it gets hard to know

just what you believe

as the argument rages on

but for all of the talk

its only true to say

that if you have no hope

there is none

a tangle of tongues

flesh flowers and thistles

of conscience

spittle and skin

we can't change the past

so we'll raise this cup to our lips

and drink it all in

and meantime back in civilization

the rain is cold as steel

but the mystery of love

it just keep growing

the more my heart reveals

as sure as the rose

the bright day blooms

as surely still it fades

and the night kindles stars

on empty winds

and ghosts along the collonades

and slow but sure

the sands are falling

as the bridge burns

beneath the wheel

and the mystery of love

it just keeps growing

the more my heart reveals

the more my heart reveals