It can't pay attention

What slips into the system

A light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep

Don't sympathize with the mystery disease All it is is a feeling,

Pain in a dress too revealing,

A lost bond an old friend who likes what it sees

You can't shake off the mystery disease Lovers in a past life

Meet in the street close to midnight,

A last look sweet like the end of a dream,

Then fall back into the mystery disease Go on, tell your symptoms to me

It's not in any of the books you can read

It's no fun to face what you don't get to be,

But what's one more to the mystery disease? Floating impatience

Snuffs my limited sapience

Black smoke as soon as the pressure's released

Deep space sighs, the mystery disease Consumed by a weakness

Cut with perpetual unrest

You see stars, sunsets blurred through a screen,

Trap what you want, waste what you need And when the west wind sweeps through the leaves,

Emperors of history fall to their knees

Small fronds can't see the wood for the trees,

Left in the dust of the mystery disease