Lyrics

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, and 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, that 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

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Artist: brett dennen