Lyrics: Secret Machines (The). Secret Machines. Last Believer, Drop Dead.

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 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 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 thorny 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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