Untitled 3 by Tristan Tzara Lyrics

It comes in useless trades
I don't understand, I wait
But nowadays
My life seems like ruins
Brick recording too
Brick and a fucked up roof
But it's warm there between
Your arms and legs

And eyes and ears, can't see or hear
Anything at all
We both endured
To that and all that you
Know, I don't know
Better now
Trapped in your soul
Like you're trapped in my way

And the inner urge to steal the words
Replace the names and win the game
And the inner urge to steal the words
Replace the names and win the game
And the inner urge to steal the words
Replace the names and win the game
Someone I can talk to, someone like you
Someone I can talk to, someone like you
Someone I can talk to, someone like you
Someone I can talk to, someone like you

Someone I can talk to, someone like you
Someone I can talk to, someone like you
Someone I can talk to, someone like you
Someone I can talk to, someone like you
Someone I can talk to, someone like you