Spectacular

You cool your bed-warm hands down, on the broken radiator, when you lay them freezing on me I mumble "can you wake me later?" But I don't really want you to stop and you know it so it doesn't stop you, you run your hands from my neck to my chest

Crack the shutters open wide I want to bathe you in the light of day and just watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body I could sit for hours finding new ways to be awed each minute 'cause the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you

Its been minutes, its been days, its been all I will remember. Happy lost in your hair and the cold side of the pillow. Your hills and valleys are mapped by my intrepid fingers and in a naked slumber I dream all this again.