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 And I'm yesterday's joke
And it seems impossible to meet her simple needs She breaths invincible and it's giving me the creeps She is 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 is whisteling along There is something in the air Squeezing out sparks The striplight flickers and then dies And leaves us in the dark
And it seems impossible to make the ending speak She breaths invincible and it's giving me the creeps She is still the wild one here, the incendiary soul She is in flame and I am cold God, I'm getting old God, it's getting cold
And I tried to make you a believer But you're not a receiver
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