Tristan Tzara — Untitled 3

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