Kent - Whistle Song lyrics

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