She's Mine

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