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

I wish I could eat the salt Off of your lost faded lips We can cap the old times Make playing only logical harm And 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 go stabbing yourself in the neck And we could find new ways of living Make playing only logical harm And we could 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'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 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, she puts the weights into my little heart And she gets in my room, and she takes it apart She puts the weight into my little heart I said she puts the weight into my little heart 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 Heaven is never enough She puts the weight in my heart She puts it, she puts the weights into my little heart