You turn your back on me
And you slam the door
I burn my bridges
Watch the players
I know the score
The starlings fly for winter skies
Only the cold wind blows
Love is just a mystery
Like colors to the blind
You always need
A secret agent love
You feel you've missed
Once chance for the spirits
Something stronger than a kiss
Around the world
The signal beams
For others and their dreams
Love is just a mystery
Like colors to the blind
Love is just a mystery
Like colors to the blind
Love is just a mystery
Love is just a mystery
Love is just a mystery
Love is just a mystery

(John Waite / Anthony Brock / Walter Stocker)