We Don't Own It

Joan as Police Woman

You will know by the way 
That he cuts his eyes 
Looks away from the door 
That walked in you 
You will know it will go 
Down in history 
How sweet he was to you 
And all the others 

So hand it over 
'Cause we don't own it 
It's in the mystery 
Our silent fantasy 
'Cause I 
Nor you 
Could ever 
Know what it's like 
To have the night fall 
And be felled by the night 
No, we don't own it 

All you know is the way 
That he made you feel 
He made you feel safe enough 
To feel at all 
It's all there in the moment 
You understood 
That he's not going on 
And you're still going on 

So hand it over 
'Cause we don't own it 
It's in the mystery 
Our silent fantasy 
'Cause I 
Nor you 
Could ever 
Know what it's like 
To have the night fall 
And be felled by the night 
No, we don't own it 

It's his story 
Our subtle jealousy 
'Cause I 
Nor you 
Could ever 
Know what it's like 
To have the night fall 
And be felled by the night 
No, we don't own it