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