Rolling through my mind like a carnival   cotton candy, the queen of the fair   the moon burned through your fabric   like a gypsy moth, you danced drunk on the air      what I like about you   are all the birds that you set free   I see them out on the wire   beneath the street light      and the mystery of you   keeps me holding on   like the mystery of two      down where the river banks bend   with bare-foot stars and satellites   I studied the lines of your face   tucked them away   in the sweet light   the broken man in me   had given up on getting through   the bare trees of my history   the days before you      what I like about you   are all the things that I can’t see   when you take off your dress   in the sweet light      and the mystery of you   keeps me holding on   like the mystery of truth, keeps me holding on   yeah the mystery of you,   keeps me holding on forever   it goes on      silhouettes and photographs   color the lines around the past   all the carnage, all the tears   along the road to getting here