of our lord
I stood upon the sand of the sea
and the great wind told me to carry on
He shall once know the secret of Holy Grail
And so was the coronation made
And there was he,
sworn unto his lords and the commons
to be true king
My arms are all twisted
The only thing I miss is
I messed up I missed it,
I messed up, the missing of you
It′s getting to sound like they’ve seen you around with her
No mystery
No mystery
No mysteries
Everyone knows the secretest code of mine
They′ll tell all my friends and they′ll tell all my enemies too
Mystery
No mysteries
No mysteries
No mystery
No mystery
No mysteries
Take it away, Nick!
Well I don′t even know what it′s like not to go back to you
I don′t even know who I like less
You own me, you own me, you own me oooh
Well it′s anyone′s, anyone′s guess
It′s anyone′s, anyone′s guess
Stress, stress, stress, twist, stress, stress, stress, stress, stress