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 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 Someone's whistling along There is something in the air Squeezing out sparks The striplight flickers and then dies Leaves us in the dark And it seems impossible to make the ending sweet 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 God it's getting cold 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 a 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