Within the evocative lyrics of this track, Interpol presents a melancholic narrative revolving around themes of love, loss, and transformation. The protagonist grapples with the remnants of a past relationship, reflecting on the profound changes inflicted by time and personal hardship. The desire to return to "old times" contrasts with the inevitability of change, symbolized by the haunting repetition of "She can read, she's bad." This refrain underscores a sense of foreboding and the acknowledgment of a corrupting influence. The metaphoric imagery of "stabbing yourself in the neck" and "weights into my little heart" highlights the emotional burden carried by the narrator, revealing the pain and introspection stemming from unresolved complexities. Ultimately, the song delves into the inherent struggle of moving forward while being tethered to the past, encapsulating a poignant exploration of human vulnerability. #Melancholy #Transformation #EmotionalBurden #PastRelationships
Obstacle 1
Lyrics
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
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging
I'll never see this face again
You'll go stabbing 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, 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 go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she pulls it
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, oh, she puts the weights into my little heart
Writer(s): Carlos Andres Dengler, Daniel Alexander Kessler, Paul Julian Banks, Samuel J Fogarino
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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