With our eyes wide open
We ask for a little love
From the person that we would like to make stay
And we hurt ourselves
If the pressure rises
A few words and the morals collapse on us
What is it that drags us out of the car?
What is it hat makes us stand at a front door?
What takes us,
What do we do
When we actually die?
(It's a) mystery
The game hurts us
And we can't sleep
And we can no longer decide if we should leave again
And the heart beats quickly
Even for the wonder
Of not understanding the colors of the horizon
What is it that captures us and multiplies everything
What is it that makes us call in the night
How much does it ask of us
How much do we give
When we truly love
(It's a) mystery
We've already stolen
We've already paid
But we can't say what could be
But we don't have peace
Nor do we even want it
Nor even the time to understand that we're already there
What is it that still makes us live fairytales?
Who are those people in the photo we hold?
What are we looking for
When we give,
When we truly love
(It's a) mystery
Will you be honest? Tell me it, tell me it
Will you be honest?
The short vocation of living is the only mystery (mystery) that there is
It depends solely on you, taking someone's hand is easy
The truth that life gives you
Is a cold caress
In the silence that is there
What is it that drags us out of the car?
What is it that makes us stand at a front door?
What do we take?
What do we do,
When we truly die?
(It's a) Mystery
When are we asked,
How much do we give,
When we truly love?
My-my-mystery
(It's a) Mystery