Texty: Edwin McCain. Lost in America. My Mystery.

If you had your way, you would be mine
But this beautiful ache is all that you find
You've got your life we missed our time
Such a passionate crime

You'll always be my mystery
You'll always be my mystery

I'll touch your skin, you tremble and shake
And I fight the desire when I'm awake
You'll break their hearts thinking of me
Such a careless disease

You'll always be my mystery
You'll always be my mystery

And nobody said, it would be fair
They warned you before you went out there
It's always the chance to get restarted
To a new world, new life, scarred but smarter

And nobody said, it would be fair
But in the end I think it is
Karma, justice, whatever you call it
It's waiting there, keep looking for it

You'll always be my mystery
You'll always be my mystery, oh, yeah