Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sucker For Mystery, artist - Danny Elfman. Album song So-Lo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
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 |
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… |
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 |
Back in all 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… |