作曲 : Berg
kent -whistle  song

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
（.just  love  this  melody...and...）
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
end