You’re Still a Mystery (Live At Radio City Music Hall)

[Spoken]
Put your hands in the air!
Oh shit "Mystery" in Radio City Music Hall!

[Verse 1]
Thought I wanted to forget my past
Tried to leave the pieces of a broken man
What it cost I ain't ever getting back
Breaking the lines 'cause I wanna remember

[PreChorus 1]
And I was feeling like I never was young
I followed a dream and a strange desire
You waked me up in the dead of the night
And gave me a chance to move on inside of your mystery

[Chorus]
Maybe I don't need to understand
Why your love, love, love is such a mystery
Maybe I don't want to understand
Your love, love, love, your love is such a mystery (It's just a mystery baby!)

[Verse 2]
I want to give you something better than I've been
Like I wanna write your name up on my wall
I wake you up in the dead of the night
I'm breaking the lines because I want to get better

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Man I was feeling like I never was young
Ain't nothing simple 'bout the simple days that I mourn
If what I lost ain't ever coming back
Then I can find a way to move on inside of your mystery

[Chorus]
I don't want to understand
Why your love, love, love is such a mystery
Hey I don't want to understand
Just why your love, love, love is such a mystery
Hey Radio City pray for me!

[Bridge]
No god holding on tightly
Your love holy inside of me
No god holding on tightly
Your love holy inside of me
No god holding on tightly
Your love holy inside of me
No god holding on tightly
Your love holy inside of me

[Spoken]
Let's do this!
Alright alright alright alright
Those days in my apartment looking out the window missing these shows. There's a moment in this show that I would really fuckin' gonna miss. That moment is when I got to introduce my guys
Alright alright alright alright
We don't got church. We don't got god. What we got is Evan Davis Smith on the horn!
[Sax solo]

[Chorus]
Inside your mystery
Baby I don't want to understand
Why your love, love, love is such a mystery
I don't want to understand
Why your love, love, love

[Spoken]
Hey!
Hot topic! From New Jersey, lives in Brooklyn now, make some noise on the drums for Mike Riddleberger!
[Drum solo]

That's Mike from New Jersey! Make some noise!
Current resident of Windsor Terrace, Current resident of Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn, from Seattle, Washington, on the next kit, give that fuckin' fucked up welcome from Radio City to Sean Hutchinson!
[Drum solo]

Make some noise for Hutchy!
From the UK, current resident of Davis Park, Brooklyn, here comes your boy, the newest member of the Bleachers band, make some noise for Zem Audu!
[Sax solo]

That's Zem on the tenor!
From New Orleans, Louisiana, I mean from Lake Charles, Louisiana, current resident of downtown Brooklyn, Grammy Award winner Mikey Freedom Hart!
[Bass solo]

Make some noise for Mikey!
There you have it, New York City, the entire Bleachers band, the whole, fabulous, my best friends, that's every last one of them, every last one of them, I love them so much, I love them all, oh... poor baby, oh shit, I could use a Texas man, the kind that leaves Texas and moves to Maine, he's got the little saxophone and the hat and all that shit that I love. Ev, c'mere a sec, here's the deal. Looks like a nice theater, right? They're fuckin' wild. They're really fucked up. Like, uh, I think that there's like, I think some of them are on drugs. There's a whole fuckin' rip thing. You think that you could, uh, do you think that you could reason with them? Okay. You know what I'm gonna do? I gonna fuck off. You see if you can make any headway with them, they're very, uh, out there

[Sax solo and audience call and response]
Who-o-oa
Who-o-oa
Who-o-oa
Who-o-oa
Who-o-oa
Who-o-oa
Who-o-oa
Who-o-oa
Who-o-oa

[Spoken]
Yeah? Let's blow this thing up and sing it together!
Sing it louder, New York City!
Sing it so they hear you on the street!
Sing it so they hear you across the bridge!
One more time as loud as you got!
Merry fucking Christmas!