And I've always been a sucker for mystery    And I've always been a sucker for mystery    And I've always been a sucker for mystery    And I've always been a sucker for mystery       So I turn to the left and I turn to the right    But none of the answers are in sight    So I made a mistake maybe once or twice    And I can't even get to paradise    And a priest came up to me and touched my face    He said terrible things happen round this place    Such terrible things happen round this place    Such terrible things happen round this place    No demon, no man has got a clue    But surely son, the end will turn out right for you    'Cause I've always been a sucker for mystery    And I've always been a sucker for mystery       There's a little boy walking up the stairs    Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere    He comes to a door but he's afraid to knock    And he bends down low and peers throught the lock    And there's a tall man standing with a glistening knife    And he's stooping over something that has no life    With stifled tears he starts to turn away    But a strange little voice seems to whisper    "Stay!"    He's always been a sucker for mystery    And he's always been...       (Chorus)    I don't want to say good bye    I want to give it one more try    I don't want to say good bye    I want to give it one more try       Won't somebody help    Won't somebody help    I'm all alone now with nothing to do    And I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go    And I'm stuck with two tickets to an awful show    And my mouth's full of words but I've got nothing to say    And I've been sitting in front of the TV set all day    And my head's in a vice and it won't let up    And my feet won't move and if that ain't enough    The telephone rings... "Hello!"       I've seen children with such angry faces    When you look in their eyes, it makes you want to cry    There's a time and a place for everything    There's a time and a place for everything       Now it doesn't seem fair    But who cares they're someone else's    As long as they don't come close to mine    There's a time and a place for everything    There's a time and a place for everything       So we packed our bags and went back to the hotel    In back of the squalor and the living hell    And they sell you this and they sell you that    They sell you their sister for a buck and a half    Such terrible things happen round this place    Such terrible things happen round this place    Such terrible things happen round this place    And people disappear without a trace    And I've always been a sucker for mystery    And I've always been...       Well the mystery that intrigues me the most    Is the one that makes men give up hope    The pride and the search for even little things    That might give a meaning, or even a hint    Cause how can a free man not have hope    When he hasn't even reached the end of his rope       I don't want to say good bye    I want to give it one more try    I don't want to close the gate    I still think that it's not too late    I know when I reach the end    I want to start all over again       And I've always been a sucker for mystery...