Break a mirror, roll the dice, Run with scissors through a chip pan fire fight. Are you mine? Are you mine? Are you mine? I’m a puppet on a string Tracy island time-traveling diamond Coulda shaped heartaches Come to find ya fall in some velvet morning Years too late She’s a silver lining lone ranger riding through an open space In my mind when she’s not right there beside me I go crazy cause here isn’t where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can’t help myself, All I wanna hear her say is “Are you mine?” Are you mine? Are you mine? Are you mine? Your past-times consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged, And I love that little game you had called Cryin' lightnin', And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons. And your past-times consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged, And I hate that little game you had called Cryin' lightnin', And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons. Uninvitin', But not half as impossible as everyone assumes, You are cryin' lightnin'.