Lori McKenna - Stranger in His Kiss lyrics
[Lori McKenna - Stranger in His Kiss lyrics]
Thanks for meeting me here
I know it's late, but I've been up all night
I got the strangest feeling that my worst
Fears might be right
Someone said that they saw him with a woman
And she wasn't me
And he's staring off in the distance
And he's talking in his sleep
Talking in his sleep
There's a stranger in his kiss
Tastes like made up stories, stolen moments
And cigarettes that secret on his lips
Seems so familiar, so I'm wondering this:
Could a friend like you be
The stranger in his kiss?
Why are you crying?
Look at you, you're falling apart
I would kill you with kindness
If I could only find it in my heart
You were standing right there beside
Me when he said, to the day he dies
You dug your own grave when
You made that bed and there you'll lie
There you'll lie
There's a stranger in his kiss
Tastes like made up stories, stolen moments
And cigarettes that secret on his lips
Seems so familiar, so I'm wondering this:
How could a friend like you be
The stranger in his kiss?
There's a stranger in his kiss
Tastes like made up stories, stolen moments
And cigarettes that secret on his lips
Seems so familiar, so I'm wondering this:
How could a friend like you be
The stranger in his kiss?
How could a friend like you?
How could a friend like you?
How could a friend like you?
I know it's late, but I've been up all night
I got the strangest feeling that my worst
Fears might be right
Someone said that they saw him with a woman
And she wasn't me
And he's staring off in the distance
And he's talking in his sleep
Talking in his sleep
There's a stranger in his kiss
Tastes like made up stories, stolen moments
And cigarettes that secret on his lips
Seems so familiar, so I'm wondering this:
Could a friend like you be
The stranger in his kiss?
Why are you crying?
Look at you, you're falling apart
I would kill you with kindness
If I could only find it in my heart
You were standing right there beside
Me when he said, to the day he dies
You dug your own grave when
You made that bed and there you'll lie
There you'll lie
There's a stranger in his kiss
Tastes like made up stories, stolen moments
And cigarettes that secret on his lips
Seems so familiar, so I'm wondering this:
How could a friend like you be
The stranger in his kiss?
There's a stranger in his kiss
Tastes like made up stories, stolen moments
And cigarettes that secret on his lips
Seems so familiar, so I'm wondering this:
How could a friend like you be
The stranger in his kiss?
How could a friend like you?
How could a friend like you?
How could a friend like you?