Cory José - Soupçon Salissant/Lines Lyrics

I wish I could hold you right now
In this cold March fog
Skin against skin just a little
Everyone's in a satanic panic
Mania's got me coming up with
Cockamamie'd ideas to see you

I dreamt what it's like feeling your chest
Beat against mine
We slowly thoroughly play with each other's waistlines just a little

I'm a little out of sorts
I wish we could drive in my car
To a lookout point
To look at each other just a little
Faux productivity for the naïveté
I'd like to see you naked
Swaying amidst my curtains

I dreamt what it's like feeling your chest
Beat against mine
We slowly thoroughly play with each other's waistlines just a little

Lines
Mirrors
Yours and Mine
The Powerhouse of Lines
A fuse
And a mine
You step in time
With The Powerhouse of Lines