All Mine - Tom Jones, The Divine Comedy

All the stars may shine bright

All the clouds may be white

But when you smile whoa 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

That sharp incline and such sad regrets

Oh as these starry skies

As they swiftly fall, make no mistake

You shant escape, tethered and tied

There’s nowhere to hide from me

All mine

You have to be

So don’t resist

We shall exist

Until the day

Until the day I die

All mine

All you have to be

All mine

Yes, you have to be

Whoa you have to be

All mine