Enigma

The enigma of the sphinx
It deals with age and loss
And in the very scheme of things
How fitting that's of us

The good ship Mary, named Celeste
Holds its enigma, too
And in its ghostlike loneliness
A mirror still holds you

So is it then, so must it be
With mirrors and with ships
And if the desert mirrors me
There's the ocean of your lips

The good ship Mary, named Celeste
Holds its enigma, too
And in its ghostlike loneliness
A mirror still holds you

The good ship Mary, named Celeste
Holds its enigma, too
And in its ghostlike loneliness
A mirror still holds you