Building a Mystery William Fitzsimmons (Ft. Goodwerks)

You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery

You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
Sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out of the window
Without your shadow in the way?

You're so beautiful
With an edge and a charm
But so careful
When I'm in your arms

'Cause you're working
Building a mystery
You're holding on and holding in
Yеah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully