Mystery Game Testo

It's not for the money,
The hope and despair,
It's not for the leaving,
Of love that was there.
If it's for danger,
A fortune beware,
Leaving it all back,
To somewhere the same,
Those mystery games.
The mystery game.
The mystery game.

Just like a parting,
A rendezvous glass,
A lust for a passion,
Long may it last.
Seasons have numbed us,
From a chalk to a stone,
Leading us onwards,
To miss or be made,
Those mystery games.

The mystery game.
The mystery game.

Telling old stories,
From a distant past,
Most are remembered,
The good and the bad. Like an old winding river,
In a curious plot,
Leading us all back,
To somewhere the same,
That mystery game.