Paroles She's mine Brett Dennen

She's mine

well the witches stare with their limbs akimbosilhouettes of statues up in the windowcall me to come here with a crooked crescendobut i don't devotees dance among the pantomime on the promenadeinto a tabernacle on the lawnbut i don't follow because she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mineyeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm midnight moved across the people's parkand i fled the fire like a spinning sparkup onto a porch in the darkshe was waiting right there for me she knows that my hands are emptyas i go past the mothers of envyand i don't have to fumble in the dark for my keys i believe she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mineyeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm the pupils gather in the yardaround the pulpit made of cardsand waited for their leader's wordsbut his words didn't make much sense his mouth spat out a fist of daggersand his tongue swirled in a southern swaggerand i looked at all the people gatheredbut they were all in a trance and she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mineyeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm i was thrown before the court of canestossed my soul to the furnace flameswhere all my heros had been slain, exiled, or put in prison because they rose above the messand because their power posed a threatand because they spoke of something elsewhen everybody else didn't the music fills the space betweenthe deities and the propheciesof our bodies pressed seamlesslysilent in the shade she looks at me so fearlesslyand i take it all too seriouslybut it all becomes so clear to meand makes me understand that she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, all mineyeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm yeah she's mine, all mine, all mine, all mineyeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmm yeah she's mine, mine, mine, mmmyeah she's mine