Whistle Song

There is something in her eyes

that's making me scared

It's clinging to my shirt now

like static in her hair

And something here is wrong

I heard it when she spoke

Her dust flows through my veins now

and I'm yesterday's joke



chorus:

And it seems impossible to meet her simple needs

She breathes invincible

and it's giving me the creeps

She's still the wild one here, the incendiary soul

She is in flame and I am cold

god I'm getting old



She is talking through a yawn

and the radio is on

I listen through the thin walls

and someone's whistling along

There is something in the air

Squeezing out sparks

The striplight flickers and then dies

and leaves us in the dark



chorus



And I'd make you a believer

But you're not a receiver

And you're now a believer

And you're not a receiver

And I'll make you a believer

But you're not a receiver

And I'll make you a believer

But you're not a receiver

And I'll make you a believer

But you're not a receiver

Yeah I'll make you a believer

Because you're not a receiver