You can't tell me there is no mystery   Mystery   Mystery   You can't tell me there is no mystery   It's everywhere I turn       Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright   Snow lies bright   Snow lies bright   Moon over junk yard where the snow lies bright   Can set my heart to burn       Stood before the shaman, I saw star-strewn space   Star-strewn space   Star-strewn space   Stood before the shaman, I saw star strewn space   Behind the eye holes in his face       Infinity always gives me vertigo   Vertigo   Vertigo   Infinity always gives me vertigo   And fills me up with grace       I was built on a Friday and you can't fix me   You can't fix me   You can't fix me   I was built on a Friday and you can't fix me   Even so I've done okay       So grab that last bottle full of gasoline   Gasoline   Gasoline   Grab that last bottle full of gasoline   Light a toast to yesterday       And don't tell me there is no mystery   Mystery   Mystery   And don't tell me there is no mystery   It overflows my cup       This feast of beauty can intoxicate   Intoxicate   Intoxicate   This feast of beauty can intoxicate   Just like the finest wine       So all you stumblers who believe love rules   Believe love rules   Believe love rules   Come all you stumblers who believe love rules   Stand up and let it shine    Stand up and let it shine