I'm a puppet on a string. Tracy island, time-traveling diamond, could've shaped heartaches. They've 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?" Well, are you mine? Are you mine? Are you mine? Alright. are you mine?