All the clouds may be why
But when you smile woa how I feel so good
That I can hardly wait to hold you
Enfold you, never enough render your heart to me

All mine
All you have to be

From my cloud, number nine, dangerous stars
That stock incline and such sad regrets
Oh as these scary skies
As they swiftly fold, make no mistakes
You shine to scape, tender and tight
There's nowhere to hide from me

All mine
All you have to be

So don't resist
We shall excist
Untill the day
Untill the day I die

All mine
All you have to be

All mine
Yes, you have to be
Woa you have to be
All mine