It's far too perfect an end    Aren't I supposed to learn to bend in all kinds of unnatural ways? You've already seen me at my best    Oh my god    you've seen me undressed    So much for mystery      And on the count of ten    Swear you'll tell me the truth    Is there a minefield under you too?    And do you wanna run to the nearest telephone booth    and call me?      'Cause it's not like I don't know you    And I don't wanna throw you    But it's damn near impossible    to meet your gaze    And the silence just isn't the same    It only feeds the flame and steers us clear of the blaze      'Cause I've always tied myself to the deadest driest trees    And I've been known    to strike a match    And now I'm screaming    like bloody hell to be set free    And all you have to do boy is catch      Catch my drift    Drift to me   The only mystery is what your answer will be      The real mystery is why    I just won't accept the truth    That I've been resenting red   for not being blue    Like I've been resenting him    for not being you    And not calling me home