My Mine

Oh hold the phone - it's Genevieve
Undressing silhouettes with faces that I'm yet to see
A shoe that waits under the dust
The only faith I'll ever trust
Our hustle's like a child possessed
A singing sister made of mist and crystal pirouettes
She speaks the language of my crimes
She's my baker, she's my mine
My mine, my mine, she's my mine

She knows what I want and it'll never do
Nothing's enough until everything's through
The dust of desire is as heavy as a gun
Nothing's enough until everything's done

Oh operator of the tides
Pour me a motorcycle river and I'll ride all night
Black slime driving on the rise
The wheel is humming Jealous Guy
Old bones pull me underground
I pray to Genevieve in stolen hotel dressing gowns
My chain that shines beneath the rust
The only faith I'll ever trust
My mine, my mine, she's my mine

She knows what I want and it'll never do
Nothing's enough until everything's through
The dust of desire is as heavy as a gun
Nothing's enough until everything's done

To the chapel I go, don't need your Jesus or God
I make my arrows alone
To the chapel I go, don't need your Jesus or God
Genevieve is my own

My mine, my mine, she's my mine

She knows what I want and it'll never do
Nothing's enough until everything's through
The dust of desire is as heavy as a gun
Nothing's enough until everything's done (x2)