A cold breeze on your neck
A shiver down your spine
The wind through the trees seem to whisper
You’ll be mine you’ll be mine you’ll be mine.
Shadows in the corner of your eye
The feeling that nothing is fine
The children in the town seem to murmur
You’ll be mine you’ll be mine you’ll be mine.
The air is still with silence
Not even the gold seems to shine
The ripples in the lake seem to tell you
Mine Mine Mine.
You walk down a soulless road
Passing the pine tree line
You meet it staring face to face
You are mine you are mine you are mine.
