Tytuł: You can call me leisure

• Wykonawca: The Beautiful South
• Wyświetleń: 197

You look a younger more beautiful version of death
   But I'm scared to hold you close or smell your breath
   Now your body's facing east your heart is west
   And you can call me leisure and I can call you rest
  
   We can't stop thinking that we should've guessed
   We should've held you closer to our chest
   Cos our shoulders were put there for that test
   Now you can call me leisure and I can call you rest
  
   Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
   Your joyride didn't feel bad enough to confess
   Till you placed the lemming on this family chest
   and you can call me leisure
   The donor of poor measure
   The scalpel of all pleasure
   I'll call you rest
  
   It's what we thought God gave us shoulders for
   Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
   Instead the helpless ration chances to the poor
   We pick your weightless body up from the floor
   We pick your weightless body up from the floor
  
   All the minutes, and the hours that you caressed
   have been taken to a place that you thought best
   If it's heaven or it's hell you're still well blessed
   And I shall get my own back when I can call you rest