I wish I could eat the salt off your last faded lips
We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change
Interpol’s Paul Banks is talking to an unnamed woman. He wants her to cheer up, start things over again, and do things right. He knows that something is wrong between them.
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