Whistle Song
(J. Berg)
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
Chorus:
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
And someone´s 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 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 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
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