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 start to consider
She starts talking about the weather
And as we detail these signs
Take a mystical passage
From the book of St. Thomas
Who finds the meaning won't die
Just give me the deal man
as I'm bad with conception
I'm a dream enthusiast
And a fairy-tale believer
I wanna know 'cause 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 thorny 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 damp sweater
I'm a graveyard of hopes
And a dump of ambition
I'm sitting on the edge
of a wading pool, fishing
I know it happens and I know 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 thorny crown?
Now look a little bit further now
I wonder what he'll do
When the last believer has dropped dead
And look a little bit further down
Who's that man there wearing that thorny crown?
Now look a little bit further now
I wonder what he'll do
When the last believer has dropped dead