Lyrics Little Mystery - Motorama

Little Mystery

A day lasts longer than a week
Achievable goals, unreachable dreams
Crows are sitting on every tree
But chimes are still ringing in polyphony
Footprints on the clouds
Shadows on the hills
Ancient words and melodies
Future and past, hope and grief
My lovely little mystery
Two sides — the same coin
A collection of memories
A collection of beliefs
Icons and symbols
Romantic ideals
They disappear and reappear