The look of love So many nights like this Don't ever go Is in your eyes A look your smile can't Is saying so much more than Just words could every say

A hundred miles an hour Out on highway 10 Top down burning up the night again Ain't no one can catch you But girl I'm gonna try I can see that dangerous look in your eyes You're my kind of crazy Full moon saying you know what I like

When you lie to me I want to be the one you remember I want to feel your love like the weather All over me, all over me I want to print our hands in the pavement Savour your words, I won't ever waste them Look in your eyes and know just what you miss So

You love me for everything you hate me for I am the dirt you created And your whore But let me tell you something baby I am your sinner (And I can be your whore) So how can this be? You’re praying to me As I look in your eyes

'Cause you're my home When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place That I could call my very own But that's all right my love When you

Hold you, kiss you, love you Just close your eyes And I'll take you away Let go of everything Whisper my name when I You're lookin' at me Like the first time we met I can tell that you're needing

Now you know, now you know That I'm a bad liar, bad liar So look me in the eyes, tell me what you see Perfect paradise, tearin' at the seams I wish I could escape, I don't wanna fake it Wish I could erase it, make your heart believe But I'm a bad liar,

I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank first time feeling Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is T-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch

I get carried away by the look by the light in your eyes Before I even realize the ride I'm on Baby I'm long gone I get carried away nothin' matters but bein' with you Like a feather flyin' high up in the sky on a windy day I get carried away I don't

Join hands to summon up the dead, Hear them singing inside your head. Oh, my gypsy, can you tell, If sweet Satan Will rise from Hell? Crystal ball, will hypnotize, Look inside those demon eyes. Paint the circle around the pentagram, Cut the throat of the