May Later

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