Beautiful South - You Can Call Me Leisure Lyrics
You look a younger more beautiful version of deathBut I'm scared to hold you close or smell your breathNow your body's facing east your heart is westAnd you can call me leisure and I can call you restWe can't stop thinking that we should've guessedWe should've held you closer to our chest'Cos our shoulders were put there for that testNow you can call me leisure and I can call you restWell you certainly jumped the red at treasure chestYour joyride didn't feel bad enough to confessTill you placed the lemming on this family crestAnd you can call me leisure, the donor of poor measureThe scalpel of all pleasure, I'll call you restIt's what we thought God gave us shoulders forNot to shrug in self pity or to ignoreInstead the helpless ration chances to the poorWe pick your weightless body up from the floorWe pick your weightless body up from the floorAll the minutes, and the hours that you caressedHave been taken to a place that you thought bestIf it's heaven or it's hell you're still well blessedAnd I shall get my own back when I can call you restWell you certainly jumped the red at treasure chestYour joyride didn't feel bad enough to confessTill you placed the lemming on this family crestAnd you can call me leisure, the donor of poor measureThe scalpel of all pleasure, I'll call you restIt's what we thought God gave us shoulders forNot to shrug in self pity or to ignoreInstead the helpless ration chances to the poorWe pick your weightless body up from the floorWe pick your weightless body up from the floorUp from the floor, up from the floor, up from the floor
