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