I like to be comfortable,
Like the soft whisper of the wind, brushing through your face.
I like to be comfortable,
Like the dripping water of the rain, falling through the petals.Like the soft whisper of the wind, brushing through your face.
I like to be comfortable,
I like to be comfortable,
Like the sound of the pages, of an old bound book,
I like to be comfortable,
Like the sweetness of the tea that stays in your mouth,
I like to be comfortable,
Like the soft mews of the sleeping cat, in the balcony, curled and unaware.
I like to be comfortable,
Like as if you never know how comfortable it is.
