I once knew a woman,

she put a curse on me that eventually came true

She was a head on wreck,

on a mystic ride (you know the kind)

- among the visions and the ruins

She was my unsuspecting secret mission

Leftover passion and desire - they only deepen
the wound

But you must admit that the pain is sweet

It makes you howl at the moon

I guess you are my unsuspecting secret mission

Every eleven days or so

I get a message from you

Invisible ink on invisible paper

But I can smell the perfume

I guess I ain't your unsuspecting secret mission

No

You aren't my unsuspecting secret mission