Obstacle 1

(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 ageing. I'll never see this face
Again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck

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 ageing. I'll never see this place
Again
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 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 weight into my little heart

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