Love Don't Come

The poets and the Socrates was bounding out

Their eulogies about what to do

The troops with their tangled hair were proven

That they didn't care about nothing new

And if any body claim being king

Would strum guitars

And start to sing, but they were fooled

The vacuum of their fantasies

Had discover the fact

You see that chaos rules

Everybody run and bare

Not exactly knowing where or why or who

Chasing kicks that no one gets

Kissing on her silhouettes of faded blue

Trying to blow one's smoke in air

Her favorite answer I don't care

It was useless to

And when the sun would start to fade

This ritual circus of charades would start anew

Love don't come don't call my name again

I can't play cause I don't know how to win

Too bad to and hand in hand they stride

I got wind and rain for my future bright