Portishead - All Mine

All the stars may shine bright,
All the clouds may be white,
But when you smile,
Oh how I feel so good,
That I can hardly wait

To hold you,
Enfold you,
Never enough,
Render your heart to me.

All mine,
You have to be

From that cloud, number nine,
Danger starts the sharp incline,
And such sad regrets,
Oh as those starry skies,
As they swiftly fall.

Make no mistake,
You shan't escape,
Tethered and tied,
There's nowhere to hide from me.

All mine,
You have to be

So don't resist,