Chris Lane Band Carolina Kiss
She comes creepin' in just like the fall ~ Ridden a cool melody of an old James Taylor song ~ Raisin the hair on my arms ~ And shooting me straight through the heart ~ I miss her carolina kiss ~ Honeysuckle due up on her lips ~ I close my eyes and I remember when she was mine ~ Running her fingers through my hair ~ Summer breeze Smell of clover in the air ~ So pure I could taste the innocents ~ I miss her Carolina kiss ~ The evening sky is full of stars ~ And though she's a thousand miles away ~ I can feel her beating heart ~ Breaking it's way through the night ~ In perfect rhythm with mine ~ I miss her Carolina kiss ~ Honeysuckle due on her lips ~ I close my eyes and I remember when she was mine ~ Running her fingers through my hair ~ Summer breeze ~ Smell of clover in the air ~ So pure I could taste the innocents ~ I miss her Carolina kiss ~ I feel her heart beating in the night ~ In perfect rhythm with mine
