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 'cos 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 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 'cos 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 'cos he's comfortable there His legs tangled in mine Hands tangled in hair. I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there.