Music for Evenings

I don't need you to love me

I don't need you to care

Take your body from by me

Be yourself over there

Though you think you adore me

Secretly you just bore me

When I'm thinking of something

You always come up nothing

Now I'm not a neurotic

Or my business spasmodic

And my only excuse is:

Everything comes from chaos

Keep your music for evenings

And your coffee for callers

Say goodbye to your freedom

Don't come here with your wallet

Keep your music for evenings

And your coffee for callers

Say goodbye to your freedom

Don't come here with your wallet