Dia triste.

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, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she bad, oh
she's bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and I'm aging
I'll never see this place again
You'll 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, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, shes bad, oh
she's bad
But it's different now that I'm poor and I'm aging
I'll never see this place again
You'll go stabing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and I'm aging
I'll never seen this place again
You'll go stabing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she poses
It's in the things that she puts in my head
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 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 the, she puts the weights into my little
heart

Obstacle 1 - Interpol