Interpol Obstacle 1 (Arthur Baker's Return to New York Mix) lyrics

I wish, I could eat the salt off of your lost faded 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 bad
She 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'll 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'll 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'll go stabbing yourself in the neck


But it's different now, it's different now, it's different now
It's different now, it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this place again and you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck

It's in the way that she poses
It'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
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said, she puts the weights into my little heart

She packs away, she packs away, she packs away, she packs away
She packs away, she packs away, she packs away

It's in the way that she walks, her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart