Mystery Mist

Breaking the veil of the mystery mist
Of being back again and being kissed
For there was no business for the law
As it was laid down to be broken

Where in the house of fire
Ran amok the raging horses
Run away or get trampled
For there were no choices

As skin was the fashion around
And the background noises and the breathing sound
The lost treasure was buried deep
And deep in you it was found

Mind took over the body
And friction ran dry
And won the person with the fury
Leaving behind the laces an injury

When sometime again you'll take a walk
Into the dark alleys of the park
You will find traces in a gist
Of the veil of the mystery mist