Lyrics Indigo - Kississippi

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.