It's crawling
Still all in
Befallen
Cruel sun
In summer
Oh, slumber
My number is up
There's peaches in reaches
With leeches at heart
I'm thinkin', and blinkin'
It's stingin' mine eyes
Abhorring, he's gorging
Still boring on me
It's lighter, it's brighter
No fighter is I
It's dried up, and tied up
And fried up, mine eyes
It's crawling, still all in
Befallen, cruel sun
