Photographs of memories that hit me Holding back the tears of wistful thinking Things I thought that you were telegraphing It was all just me misunderstanding It's a mystery, it's a misread, of you It's a mystery, it's a misread, of you, again Everything I thought that you were signaling Everything I thought you felt was misleading, me Your words and sentences still ringing Lost inside of me with no meaning, now It's a mystery, it's a misread, of you It's a mystery, it's a misread, of you, again It's a mystery, it's a misread, of you It's a mystery, it's a misread, of you It's a mystery, it's a misread, of you, again It's a mystery, it's a misread It's a mystery, it's a mystery, of you All lyrics and music by Douglas B. Bond, Jr. Recorded, mixed and mastered at Metastatic Studios.