Obstacle 1 (Interpol)

I wish I could eat the salt of your lost and fading lips
We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm

We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's badShe can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad

Oh, she's bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again

You go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we can find new ways of living, make playing only logical harm

And we can top the old times, clay making that nothing else will change

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad

She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad

Oh, she's bad. It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again

You go stabbing yourself in the neck

But it's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again

And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she posedIt's in the things that she puts in my hair

Her stories are boring and stuff

She's always calling my bluff

She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart

And she gets in my room and she takes it apart, oh

She puts the weights into my little heartI said she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walksHer heaven is never enoughShe puts the weights in my heart

She puts, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart