Tom MacDonald - Murderer lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Keep your hands above your waist
I need to see if you reach for something
Keep your feet nice an’ in place
I’ll shoot you down if you get to runnin’
Look me in the eyes when
You make those threats
I need to know if you’re really ‘bout it
Put your hands around my neck
And make me feel like I am drowning

Your love is a murderer
It’s giving me chills
Your love is a murderer and I wanna be killed
Your love is a murderer, that’s how it feels
Your love is a murderer
So I know that it’s real

Your love is like whiskey at 9AM
And it makes me question the man I am
I’m blinded when the sun
Comes through the window
Your love is like whiskey with cereal
It’s 9’ o clock in the morning
I’m hungover and you’re killing me

When you leave the night will stay
I need to see if you’re really goin’
When you’re here I am awake
And when I sleep I got one eye open
Hold my hand when you’re diving in
I love the water but I can’t swim
Hold me close when they start to shoot
I already know I’d die for you

Your love is a murderer
It’s giving me chills
Your love is a murderer and I wanna be killed
Your love is a murderer, that’s how it feels
Your love is a murderer
So I know that it’s real

Your love is like whiskey at 9AM
And it makes me question the man I am
I’m blinded when the sun
Comes through the window
Your love is like whiskey with cereal
It’s 9’ o clock in the morning
I’m hungover and you’re killing me

Lick your lips and take a drag
That’s what your love is
Like to me Breathe it in and pass it back
I need to know if we taste
The same Stick your fingers
In my eyes and tell me if you feel my soul
Grab me when I start to fall
And then let me go

Your love is a murderer
It’s giving me chills
Your love is a murderer and I wanna be killed
Your love is a murderer, that’s how it feels
Your love is a murderer
So I know that it’s real

Your love is like whiskey at 9AM
And it makes me question the man I am
I’m blinded when the sun
Comes through the window
Your love is like whiskey with cereal
It’s 9’ o clock in the morning
I’m hungover and you’re killing me