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