Who owns what you do?   Who owns what you use?   This land is your land   This land is my land      Right now to touch flesh is real   Let us think only of the instant   There was something that I can't remember   Did you say, "I've had enough"?      We are in a happy state   It all comes to those who wait   While others plot the fate of nations   We spent the afternoons in an embrace      Somehow, you can't block it out   The bitter taste of interference   We still try to construct the difference   The space between a word and its sense      We, it seems, can own ourselves   In imagination      Then you say, we make our own world   Not everyone takes what they are given   If we believe what we are saying   We have the chance to include ourselves out      Who owns what you do?   Who owns what you use?      Then you say, we make our own world   Not everyone takes what they are given   There was something that I can't remember   Did you say, "I've had enough"?      There was something that I can't remember   We have the chance to include ourselves out