Snug - The Lucksmiths

Tuck your head below my breast

I will not love you any less

Give your bravest face a rest

And grate your grief out on my dress

Lower you down next to me lover

I’ll wrap you in my cotton skirt

Kiss close one eye then the other

Remove your pants, your shoes, your shirt

Learning to cry

Cold curls you into a ball

I’ll wrap the covers round you

Watch your breathing rise and fall

'Til you wake just as I found you