Whistle Song

There is something in her eyes thats making me scared Its 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 Im yesterdays joke chorus: And it seems impossible to meet her simple needs She breathes invincible and its giving me the creeps Shes still the wild one here, the incendiary soul She is in flame and I am cold god Im getting old She is talking through a yawn and the radio is on I listen through the thin walls and someones 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 Id make you a believer But youre not a receiver And youre now a believer And youre not a receiver And Ill make you a believer But youre not a receiver And Ill make you a believer But youre not a receiver And Ill make you a believer But youre not a receiver Yeah Ill make you a believer Because youre not a receiver