I notice you shaking
And I can't help but wonder
If she won't mind me asking

Was she caught in bad weather?
If it's something incurable
Oh, I think I'd be frightened

I (alt* She) start to consider
She starts talking about the weather


And as we detail things science (*)
Take a mystical passage
From the book of St. Thomas

Who finds the meaning won't die
Just give me the deal man
(*cus) I'm bad with conception

I'm a dream enthusiast
And a very damn believer


I wanna know cus I'm always alone
I've got a little but it isn't enough


And look a little bit further down
Who's that man there wearing that t^^&$#* crown?
Now look a little bit further now

I wonder what he'll do
When the last believer has dropped dead


Now the chattering annoys me
But I can't stop her moving
She's sitting so close

And I can smell her damned sweater
I'm a graveyard of hopes
And a dump of ambition

(*like) I'm sitting on the edge
of a wading pool, fishing


I know it happens and I know I'm okay
(*I know it's worthless but I guess I'm okay)
They say the sun shines on everyone someday


And look a little bit further down
Who's that man there wearing that t^^&$#* crown?

Now (*let's) look a little bit further now
I wonder what he'll do
When the last believer has dropped dead

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