Sleeping In

Souls, although where we meet. This Hose a lazy morphine But I, I'm stretching to see over Your shoulders and over your priest And paper cups and paper shoes Give backs to me, but I see right through And I know why you overslept So grey, grey, slow rain I'm happier than you I'm happier than you I'm happier than you And I'm too high to follow through Home, like the bed pan he needs And the hose that's not supposed to be But I, I'm stretching to see over your Flowers and Time magazines Now I believe in what you do The pain will cease Well I know why you overslept To be home, to be I'm happier than you I'm happier than you I'm happier than you And I'm too high to follow through I'm happier than you I'm happier than you I'm happier than you And I'm too high to follow I'm happier than you I'm happier than you I'm happier than you And I'm too high to follow through