[Verse 1]
What pulls me out of my head is a far siren calling for me
"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

[Verse 2]
What pulls me out of my dreams is to know
I'll 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

[Verse 3]
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