There is something in her eyes

thatґs making me scared

Itґs 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 Iґm yesterdayґs joke

chorus:

And it seems impossible to meet her simple needs

She breathes invincible

and itґs giving me the creeps

Sheґs still the wild one here, the incendiary soul

She is in flame and I am cold

god Iґm getting old

She is talking through a yawn

and the radio is on

I listen through the thin walls

and someoneґs 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 Iґd make you a believer

But youґre not a receiver

And youґre now a believer

And youґre not a receiver

And Iґll make you a believer

But youґre not a receiver

And Iґll make you a believer

But youґre not a receiver

And Iґll make you a believer

But youґre not a receiver

Yeah Iґll make you a believer

Because youґre not a receiver