Stranger Songtext
von Lillian Mae

We sat right upon the leaves
I don′t like the weather, I don't like the ground
Not with anyone who knows me
I don′t like the promise, I don't like the sound

With my head in the lap of a stranger
I am not a sinner, I am not a saint
A victim of my own infatuation
Call me an admirer, call me a disgrace
With my head in the lap of a stranger
I am not a sinner, I am not a saint
A victim of my own infatuation
Call me an admirer, call me a mistake

Intimate in my emotions
Ready for the nearness, dreading the approach
Brave enough to take a bullet
But hiding in a short skirt, should've worn a coat


I need a hand to keep me steady
Put it where you want to, I will not object
Only to myself will I argue
Staring at the leaves and your damning silhouette

With my head in the lap of a stranger
I am not a sinner, I am not a saint
A victim of my own infatuation
Call me an admirer, call me a disgrace
With my head in the lap of a stranger
I am not a sinner, I am not a saint
A victim of my own infatuation
Call me an admirer, call me a mistake

I would sacrifice my image
Haven′t I already, aren′t I a fool?
Setting fire to my reputation
Just to feel attractive, even if I'm used

To be used is to be wanted
And if I am wanted, how can I complain?
You have me on the ground before you
Fully in your power, but I don′t know your name


With my head in the lap of a stranger
I am not a sinner, I am not a saint
A victim of my own infatuation
Call me an admirer, call me a disgrace
With my head in the lap of a stranger
I am not a sinner, I am not a saint
A victim of my own infatuation
Call me an admirer, call me a mistake

With my head in the lap of a stranger
I am not a sinner, I am not a saint
A victim of my own infatuation
Call me an admirer, call me a mistake