Из альбома: Turn On the Bright Lights
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 cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change
well she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, shes bad
she can read, she can read, she can read, she bad, oh shes bad
but its different now that im poor and im aging
ill never see this place again
youll go stabing 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, shes bad
she can read, she can read, she can read, shes bad, oh shes bad
but its different now that im poor and im aging
ill never seen this place again
youll go stabing yourself in the neck
but its different now that im poor and im aging
ill never seen this place again
youll go stabing yourself in the neck
its in the way that she poses
its in the things that she puts in my heart
her stories are boring and stuff
shes always calling my bluff
she puts the, she puts the weights in to my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes apart
she puts the weights into my little heart
i said she puts the weights 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
its in the way that she walks, everythings different now
she puts the weights in my heart
she puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart