(Interpol cover)nnnnI wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lipsnWe can cap the old times, make playing only logical harmnWe can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will changennWell she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's badnShe can read, she can read, she can read, she's badnOh she's badnnBut it's different now that I'm poor and agingnI'll never see this face againnYou'll go stabbing yourself in the necknnAnd we can find new ways of living, make playing only logical harmnAnd we can top the old times, play making that nothing else will changennBut she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's badnShe can read, she can read, she can read, she's badnOh she's badnnIt's different now that I'm poor and agingnI'll never see this place againnAnd you'll go stabbing yourself in the necknnBut it's different now that I'm poor and agingnI'll never see this place againnYou'll go stabbing yourself in the necknnIt's in the way that she posesnIt's in the things that she puts in my hairnHer stories are boring and stuffnShe's always calling my bluffnShe puts thenShe puts the weights into my little heart and she gets in my room and she takes it apartnnShe puts the weightnShe puts the weightnShe puts the weightnShe puts the weightnShe puts the weightnShe puts the weightnShe puts the weightnnIt's in the way that she walksnHer heaven is never enoughnShe puts the weights in my heartnShe puts thenShe puts the weights into my little heart