New Pornographers Mystery Hours Lyrics

Mystery Hours Lyrics

Always the true one, calm, selective, staking a claim among the young
defectives, far off under the nighttime, baby, crawl into the wave. Got to be
cool now, unprotected, you come around every day to collect me, far off into
the nighttime, baby, crawl into the wave. Come on, give it to me. Yes, those
mystery hours. But officers, the rumbling, the sound of the collective
crumbling, around to the ground, surrender the town. I call out the numbers,
the rumble of collected thunder today, the wages are down. Come on, give it to
me. Yes, those mystery hours. Mystery