This lover is my stranger
Shadow holding my hand
Takes up space in all my evenings
More than just a man
Romance is invisible
Chills of wind that brush the skin
Breath him in like gasoline fumes
Spit dripping down my chin
I embrace the hidden figures in front of me
Swear there was someone there gone suddenly
Call it madness
Call it love
A stranger, the sound, in flight like a dove
Unperceived by the naked eye
This lover is one hell of a guy
Warms frost just like the morning sun
No way to find it, the smoking gun
Ahhh
Ahhh
The smoking gun
This lover's an imaginary friend
Sits on both of my shoulders
Whispers sweet nothing in my ear and
Makes me scared to lose him when I'm older
