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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