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
It's different now that I'm poor and aging. I'll never see this face again You go stabbing yourself in the neck
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 poses
She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks Her heaven is never enough She puts the weights in my heart She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart