The air starts to drain out of my spirit
Now all I have to offer you is archeology and Christmas
Help me, can you help me?
Can you help me to believe?
Help me, can you help me to believe?
My old friend Rigor Mortis starts to breathe in my face
Help me, can you help me to believe?
But nothing makes me laugh anymore and nothing makes me cry
And wait together for the touch of something more
Help me, yeah, to believe?
Help me, can you help me?
The war of the class clown is never won
And nothing makes me feel like I belong
A century of my tears wouldn't even fill a thimble
Help me, yeah, to believe?
And I thought your love was just a great big lie
Help me, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I can't believe all the stupid things I'm saying now
Either I've shaken the world off my back or I've gone senile
Now loving you is the only thing that's gonna get me by
And we'll turn our backs on what the world has in store
Can you help me to believe?
And we'll twist the light so that it always shines down on us
