Mystery Man (One Jupiter)

Pieces of a dream Candied at the seams Tucked under my arm As I heard the alarm Woke up in a daze Followed by a blaze Of golden afternoon I picked up my spoon Put it to my lips Chilled like a blade Cuts Trough my cheek The price I pay A little bit closer Try a bit deeper Look under the sink Cause there I am Filled with plaster The same fucking bastard Mystery man So can you guess my color More famous than others Not oak or a wooden hue But could you guess blue? Cool like sheets of sand Wrinkled like my hand Find it in the sky Watching us when we die A little bit closer Try a bit deeper Look under the sink Cause there I am Filled with plaster The same fucking bastard Mystery man Why the gloomy face? Was it a disgrace? Cause I was only joking The debts they all will fade Consider them repaid Ooh la la la Your stories are so old They can be untold or sold A little bit closer Try a bit deeper Look under the sink Cause there I am Filled with plaster The same fucking bastard Mystery man