"Strangers" lyrics
Billy Raffoul & Katelyn Tarver Lyrics
One, two, three, four
Same restaurant
Trying to make it through some bad small talk
She's nice enough
Said where she was from but I forgot
Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Rolling your eyes at me
Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again
I sit across
From somebody new at some old bar
Getting a sense
Of whether or not
I'll see him again
Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Falling in too deep
Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again
Strangers again
Nostalgia hits like a tonne of bricks and leaves me wishing that
We could begin again
Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again
Same restaurant
Trying to make it through some bad small talk
She's nice enough
Said where she was from but I forgot
Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Rolling your eyes at me
Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again
I sit across
From somebody new at some old bar
Getting a sense
Of whether or not
I'll see him again
Because I keep going back to that night
When it was you sitting in that seat
Falling in too deep
Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again
Strangers again
Nostalgia hits like a tonne of bricks and leaves me wishing that
We could begin again
Why'd I have to know you like the back of my hand
Every scar, every freckle, and the way you like to dance
Why'd I have to go and build my world around you
If in the end we would have to pretend to be
Strangers again
