| Indentations of my underclothes |
| Under where your hands would go |
| We’d keep the talking to a minimal |
| Just elongate the syllables to make 'em into moans |
| I know the chances of this stay remote |
| I only think it when the lights are low |
| But if the fantasy’s reciprocal |
| You never know, you never know |
| I’m like, give me what my body wants |
| The colour sum |
| Send me through the spectrum |
| And I will come alive with your light in mine |
| The distance is intangible |
| You’re a prism with your colours stretching out across the wall |
| I can see but I can’t touch |
| It’s all too much and not enough, I don’t want to give it up |
| Just give me what my body wants |
| The colour sum |
| Send me through the spectrum |
| And I will come alive with your light in mine |
| And I will come alive with your light in mine |
| Laying low |
| Breathe in slow |
| If you’re alone |
| I’m coming for you |
| Laying low |
| Breathe in slow |
| If you’re alone |
| I’m coming for you |
| Give me what my body wants |
| The colour sum |
| Send me through the spectrum |
| And I will come alive with your light in mine |
| And I will come alive with your light in mine |