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 
you wear sandals in the snow 
and a smile that won't wash away 
can you look out the window 
without your shadow getting in the way 
oh 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 
holding on and holding it in 
yeah you're working 
building a mystery 
and choosing so carefully 
You woke up screaming aloud 
a prayer from your secret god 
you feed off our fears 
and hold back your tears 
Give us a tantrum 
and a know it all grin 
just when we need one 
when the evening's thin 
Oh you're a beautiful 
a beautiful fucked up man 
you're setting up your 
razor wire shrine