Whistle Song by Kent
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
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