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