I wanna hear the rhythm of your footsteps As you're padding softly up the stairs I wanna feel my skin come out in goosebumps When you brush me with the fibres of your hairs I wanna find some comfortable position Cradled in the crook of your arm I wanna make a building out of bedsheets And spend the afternoon there out of harm Snooze the alarm ♪ I wanna wake up to the sound of sleeping I wanna prop you up when you're too pissed I wanna notice freckle constellations And anything I might have missed I wanna see the street view from your window I wanna see the pictures on your wall I wanna make a mess inside your kitchеn I wanna creep quietly across the hall I want it all