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 And I can hardly wait to hold you Enfold you Never enough, Render your heart to me. All mine, you have to be. From the cloud number nine Danger starts 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, We shall exist Untill the day, Untill the