Langour rises reaching, to turn off the alarm    And there's never so much seething    That it can't be disarmed    You just stop it up,    Pass it on    Shove it to shelf it,    To leave it off and turnover    Lounging against your weapons,    Until your muscles find lock    In the ease of that position,    A residue of tremor passes    As some cherie amour suggests    That maybe it was time to smash things up    But just stop it up,    Pass it on    Shove it to shelf it,    To lead it on and turnover    I'm only sleeping