Текст песни May Later - Blake Mills

What pulls me
Outta 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

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