You look a younger my beautiful version of death
But Im scared to hold you close or smell your breath
Now your bodys facing east your heart is west
And you can call me leisure and I can call you rest
We cant stop thinking that we shouldve guessed
We shouldve held you closer to our chest
Cause 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 didnt feel bad enough to confess
Till you placed the lemming on this family crest
And you can call me leisure
The donor of poor measure
The scalpel of all pleasure
Ill call you rest
Its what we thought God gave us shoulders for
Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
Instead the helpless ration chances to poor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
All the minutes all the hours that you caressed
Have been taken to a place that you thought best
If its Heaven or its Hell youre still well blessed
And I shall get my own back when I can call you rest
Well you certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
Your joyride didnt feel bad enough to confess
Till you placed the lemming on this family crest
And you can call me leisure
The donor of poor measure
The scalpel of all pleasure
Ill call you rest
Its what we thought God gave us shoulders for
Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
Instead the helpless ration chances to poor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
Up from the floor, up from the floor, up from the floor