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'smine, 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