well the witches stare
with their limbs akimbo
silhouettes of statues up
in the window
call me to come here
with a crooked crescendo
but i don't
devotees dance among the pantomime
on the promenade
into a tabernacle on the lawn
but i don't follow
because she's mine
she's mine
she's mine
all mine
yeah she's mine
mine mine mmm
midnight moved
across the people's park
and i fled the fire
like a spinning spark
up onto a porch in the dark
she was waiting right
there for me
she knows
that my hands are empty
as i go past
the mothers of envy
and i don't have to fumble
in the dark for my keys
i believe she's mine
she's mine
she's mine
all mine
yeah she's mine
mine mine mmm
the pupils gather in the yard
around the pulpit made of cards
and waited for their leader's words
but his words didn't make much sense
his mouth spat out a fist of
daggers and his tongue swirled
in a southern swagger
and i looked at all the people gathered
but they were all in a trance
because she's mine
she's mine
she's mine
all mine
yeah she's mine
mine mine mmm
i was thrown
before the court of canes
tossed my soul
to the furnace flames
where all my heros had been slain
exiled or put in prison
because they rose above the mess
and because their power posed
a threat and because
they spoke of something else
when everybody else didn't
the music fills the space between
the deities and the prophecies
of our bodies pressed seamlessly
silent in the shade
she looks at me so fearlessly
and i take it all too seriously
but it all becomes so clear to me
and makes me understand
because she's mine
she's mine
she's mine
all mine
yeah she's mine
mine mine mmm
yeah she's mine
all mine
all mine
all mine
yeah she's mine
mine mine mmm
yeah she's mine
mine mine mmm
yeah she's mine