You sleep like a kid with one hand stuck fast to the side of your face.
Backside in the air, mouth half open, but still filled with grace.
I think I first heard this song watching a South by Southwest documentary. Admiral Fallow were playing in a soup kitchen to a nonplussed audience. A beautiful song, clarinet, and the first couple of lines express perfectly how true love shines in the mundane, unflattering trudge of everyday life.