Paroles de Turnover

Langour rises reaching, to turn off the alarm And there's never so much seething That it can't be disarmed You just stop it up, Pass it on Shove it to shelf it, To leave it off and turnover Lounging against your weapons, Until your muscles find lock In the ease of that position, A residue of tremor passes As some cherie amour suggests That maybe it was time to smash things up But just stop it up, Pass it on Shove it to shelf it, To lead it on and turnover I'm only sleeping