Matt Maltese - Mystery

^DAll of them Dreaming strange inventions ^Bmin the shade Thirty mile-an-hour dom^Emestic winds Blow away my nice do^Gm6mestic things The g^Dround is full of improbable ve^Bmgetations Black and heavy branches ^Emcut the sky Mechanisms work be^Gm6hind my eyes

What a ^F#mmystery (Mystery^B7) That ^EmI could want you ^Astill It's a ^F#mmystery (Mystery^B7) That ^EmI would pick you ^Gm6ten out of nine t^Dimes

The ^Dwater's cold All the red fish leave my f^Bmeet alone Crush of people walk a^Emlong the street The perfume they wear smells ^Gm6good to me

And what a m^F#mystery (Myster^B7y) That^Em I could want you s^Atill It's a ^F#mmystery (Myster^B7y) That ^EmI would pick you ^Gm7ten out of nine times