Whistle song

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