Whistle Song Lyrics - Hagnesta Hill - Kent

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 now, 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 

She is talking through a yawn and the radio is on 

I listen through the thin walls, someone is whistling 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 breathes 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