MYSTERY WRITERS Lyrics © Chris Desjardins Music © Chris Desjardins and Peter Andrus

Bliss is out of date,
a stolen car from out of state
My exaltation got driven …. to burning hell,
I died right before I cried out
the story I had to tell,
I’ve made it my vocation, putting aside elation, our story’s in Navajo code
made it my vocation, putting aside elation, taking me where I don’t wanna go
secrets, a million pieces, down a twisted road

CHORUS mystery writers
write blues in high heel shoes,
transcribe history on the astral plane
in the blink of an eye, sacred to profane
spilled wine, it’s just… an old… bloodstain

jot down our lies, in ink of pouring rain,
dig our pit, of psychic pain,
checked into my horror hotel
I died right before I cried out
the story I had to tell,
midnight confessions, love melts away,
cuts inhibitions, emotional decay,
Time cut in two, handmade for you,
splits atoms with a traumatic ray
Time cut in two, …handmade for you…handmade….just for you

CHORUS mystery writers
write blues in high heel shoes,
transcribe history on the astral plane
in the blink of an eye, sacred to profane
spilled wine, it’s just…an old… bloodstain

Steered into blackness, a wrong turn home
A mystery voice on a long dead phone
A ghost’s wrong number, now so alone
Forever lost, always astray,
navigating the way, from a stifled moan