It started and it let go of my handnI tried to get it back but it could not understandnWhat you started would you end?nnIts easy in the light of the morningnBut in the dark its hard to tell if somethings therenWhat you started would you end?nnStop the mystery is overnThe mystery is overnStop the mystery is over nownnThe kind of things that hang over my headnAre hanging from the ceilings of lonesome mennnIf all is lost the boy cried from his bednAt least theres something left to believe in stillnnIts all our lives