Standing in the sand
She's mine, all mine
Where all my heroes have been slain
I fled the fire like a spin and spark upon
Yeah, she's mine, mine
When everybody else didn't
'Cause in his tongue is swirled in a southern swagger
And I love they all, the people gather
Exiled or put in prison
But they're worn in a trance
Call me the coming with the crooked crescendo
Yeah, she's mine, all mine
Mine
The pupils gathered in the yard
And waited for that leaders words
But I don't follow
Yeah, she's mine, mine
Midnight mood across the peoples parking
Yeah, she's mine, yes, mine
She's mine, all mine
Devotees dance among the
That she's mine, she's mine
Yes, she's mine, yeah, mine
Yeah, she's mine, mine
Mine
Well, the witches stare with their limbs akimbo
As I go pass, her mother's a envy
And she's mine, she's mine
Toss my soul to the furnace flames
Around the [Incomprehensible] made of cars
Mine
Oh, mine
She's mine, all mine
Mine
Nobodys pressing the steed
Publisher: EMIGRANT MUSIC
Yeah, she's mine, mine
I was strong before the quarter canes
She knows that my hands are empty
Yeah, she's mine
The music fills the space between
Silhouettes a statues up in the window
But I don't
Because they rose above the mess
I believe she's mine, she's mine
Dancing moms on the promenade
And because their power opposed the fading
And makes me understand
Because they spoke of something else
For my keys
She was waiting right there for me
But his words didn't make much sense
His mouth is spat out of fist today
Songwriter: Brett Dennen
She looks at me so fearlessly
Because she's mine, she's mine
But it all becomes a flee to me
Yeah, mine
And I take it all too seriously
And I don't have to fumble in the dark
Zoo approaching the dark
All mine, all mine
The deities in the prophecies
She's mine, all mine
Into a tabernago on the long