Letra de Indigo

I can't stop thinking about how nice it would be
To be bothered by your breath reclaiming mine
To wake up in the morning half dead to you
Unable to find a place to rest your arms
I can't move 'cause he's comfortable there
His legs tangled in mine, hands tangled in hair
I can't move 'cause he's comfortable there
I can't stop thinking about how nice it would be
To be bothered by your breath reclaiming mine
To wake up in the morning half dead to you
Unable to find a place to rest your arms
I can't move 'cause he's comfortable there
His legs tangled in mine, hands tangled in hair
I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there
I can't move 'cause he's comfortable there
His legs tangled in mine, hands tangled in hair
I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there