May Later - Blake Mills

What pulls me

Outta my head

Is a far siren calling for me «Return, Return to your bed

«Return, Return to your bed

To your loving bed»

I ask the siren

How far to go

The siren moaned

And a hoarse wind began

Began to blow

The wind it did blow

The siren said, «Not yet ««Not yet, may later»

Lazy now

Come back

What pulls me

Outta my dreams

Is to know I see

The great brown green of your eyes

When I re-open mine

When I re-open mine

I went to ask the mountain

«Is now a good time?»

The mountain let out

A great yawn, and it gave

This brief reply

It gave this reply

The mountain said, «Not yet ««Not yet, may later»

Lazy now

Come back

And still I wonder

Should I forge a ring

And you smirked sweetly

And said to me, «Not yet ««Not yet, may later»

Be lazy now

Not yet

May later