The Eleven Days Nobody Found You (Agatha Christie)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your fingers arrange the pieces like synapses firing—
each murder a puzzle, each clue a bright wire
connecting the suspects in one grand design,
your mind maps the logic that others can't find.
The corpse on the carpet, the poison, the gun,
you've already solved it before it's begun.

[Chorus]
Your plots bloom like gardens where nothing is safe,
where every red herring leads into the maze,
and we follow your footprints through darkness and doubt,
until you reveal what the story's about—
your hands hold the answer, your brain holds the key,
you make us believe in the mystery.

[Verse 2]
Your cortical networks are firing on all channels—
predictive coding mapped across mental panels,
you've trained every synapse to read between lines,
to spot the deflection, the perfectly timed
alibi that crumbles, the witness who lied,
long-term potentiation of where bodies hide.

[Chorus]
Your plots bloom like gardens where nothing is safe,
where every red herring leads into the maze,
and we follow your footprints through darkness and doubt,
until you reveal what the story's about—
your hands hold the answer, your brain holds the key,
you make us believe in the mystery.

[Bridge]
Thousands of rooms, thousands of schemes,
each one a garden of horrible dreams,
your mind an architecture of consequence and grace,
murder becomes beauty when you set the pace.

[Chorus]
Your plots bloom like gardens where nothing is safe,
where every red herring leads into the maze,
and we follow your footprints through darkness and doubt,
until you reveal what the story's about—
your hands hold the answer, your brain holds the key,
you make us believe in the mystery.

[Outro]
Six dozen solutions spinning in your hands,
bodies arranged like grains of sand,
we keep coming back to the garden you've made,
where everyone dies but the plot never fades.

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**WORD COUNT: 287 words** ✓ (within 270–320 range)