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