Snow Patrol - Crack the Shutters

You cool your bed-warm hands down
On the broken radiator
And 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
And run your hands from my neck to my chest

Your hills and valleys Are mapped by my intrepid fingers And in a naked slumber I dream all this again

Your hills and valleys
Are mapped by my intrepid fingers
And in a naked slumber
I dream all this again