 There is something in her eyes
thatґs making me scared
Itґs 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 Iґm yesterdayґs joke
chorus:
And it seems impossible to meet her simple needs
She breathes invincible
and itґs giving me the creeps
Sheґs still the wild one here, the incendiary soul
She is in flame and I am cold
god Iґm getting old
She is talking through a yawn
and the radio is on
I listen through the thin walls
and someoneґs 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 Iґd make you a believer
But youґre not a receiver
And youґre now a believer
And youґre not a receiver
And Iґll make you a believer
But youґre not a receiver
And Iґll make you a believer
But youґre not a receiver
And Iґll make you a believer
But youґre not a receiver
Yeah Iґll make you a believer
Because youґre not a receiver
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