It comes in useless trades
I don't understand I wait
(and) nowadays my life seems
like ruins
Brick recording brick and
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 inured to that and all
that you know
I don't know better now
Trapped in your soul like
you trapped (in my way)
and the inner urge to steal
the words
Replace the names and
win the game
Someone I can talk to
Someone like you