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