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 crest   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      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 crest   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      Up from the floor, up from the floor, up from the floor