Mystery girl runs away to a harlot city's hard embrace, seeking what's been advertised: all the life that's been denied,
A fever burns in every joint, a plea in every needlepoint: communion.

Can you have a perfect lover without understanding love'
Can you see a brighter future without seeking what you hide'
And I understand that simple truth is deeper than is wide, still I know...

Sometimes its harder than it seems,
Sometimes its harder than it seems.

Mystery girl walks alone through the doors a hundred offerings made,
Hear the echo, touch the wood as a deeper longing longs for good,
And as the candle leaves your hand, feel the warmth and understand communion.

Can you have a perfect lover without understanding love'
Can you see a brighter future without seeking what you hide'
And I understand the simple truth is deeper than is wide, still I know...

Sometimes it harder than it seems,
Sometimes it's harder than it seems,
And you're wanting to believe,
Sometimes it's harder than it seems.

Shame is like a blister: every step will make it worse,
And the vessels of your great escape have all but disappeared,
And you hear the saviour call you to a life beyond your means,
And I know even a simple faith is harder than it seems, it seems.

Can you have a perfect lover without understanding love'
Can you see a brighter future without seeking what you hide'
And I understand a simple truth is deeper than is wide, still I know...

Sometimes it harder than it seems,
Sometimes it's harder than it seems,
And you're wanting to believe,
Sometimes it's harder than it seems.

Mystery girl,
Oh, mystery girl,
Mystery girl,
Oh, mystery girl.