This song feels like a big hug. It feels like comfort. Zoe Reynolds, the aforementioned Kississippi, blends honeyed vocals with velvet guitar so well that this song packs quite a punch for the two and a half minutes it lasts.
“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 mine, hands tangled in hair, I can’t move ‘cos he’s comfortable there”
That’s it. That’s the whole song. Just repeated two and a half times. It’s such a sweet and pure snapshot of the described moment? I picture breeze blowing a lacey curtain, sunshine hitting the floor on the side of the bed. A ceiling fan spinning with the smallest of noises from a loose blade. Time moving like molasses. Bliss, right?
Such a simple song, but so beautiful IMO. It’s Saturday, with someone or solo, I want you to try and find that bliss. Love you lots. Thanks for reading.
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