Print

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 From Letras Mania