John T. Wurzer - Born Again Stranger

There's something incredibly perfect about the way that she enters a room
All noise and all motion just vanish the first time you smell her perfume
And they say that you can't find redemption inside a cold bottle of beer
But you'll swear you're a born again stranger the first time she kisses your ear

There's something divinely erotic about the way that she answers the phone
When most of the time on a cold Sunday morning you're lying in bed all alone
And they say that you can't find religion by staring a hole in the sky
But you'll swear you're a born again stranger the first time she catches your eye

There's something exquisitely dangerous about the way that she touches the mirror
Whenever the night starts to tremble, whenever the songs disappear
The room is a clamor of silence as shadows throw light on the floor
And you'll swear you're a born again stranger, the first time she knocks at your door

There's something incredibly perfect about the way that she enters a room

Written by:
John Wurzer

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