What's mine is yours. What's yours is mine
And what is ours is only ours when I can
Say that we have a tooth that grew
And devoured our evils completely.
What's yours is ours. What's ours is yours.
What's ours is mine. What's mine is ours,
And everything else that has happened
Means absolutely nothing.
They say what I am. They talk about what I do
They say I have arms and a neck...
What about this empty head of mine,
What about the poems that I cannot hear?
What's mine is yours. What's yours is mine
And what is ours is only ours when I can
Look up intently into the sky
And, without seeing them, avoid all pitfalls.
But you are you and I am me
And I cannot see an end to our issues.
What's mine is mine, give me what's yours
And then, we'll decide what belongs to the both of us.