You Can Call Me Leisure - The Beautiful South

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