It's crawling
Still all in
Befallen
Cruel sun
In summer
Oh slumber
My number
There's peaches
In reaches
With leeches
At heart
I'm thinkin'
And I'm blinkin'
And it's stingin'
Mine eyes
Abhorring
He's gorging
Still boring
It's lighter
It's brighter
No fighter
It's dried up
And tied up
And fried up
Mine eyes
It's crawling
Still all in
Befallen
Cruel sun