I pick my poison and it's you Nothing could kill me like you do You're going straight to my head But nothing ever gets me high like this And I'm heading straight for the edge Bittersweet ecstasy that you got me in Falling deep I can't sleep tonight And

Purple in the sky Thought I saw a shooting star Beaming in your haunting eyes Ooh don't keep your love from me No no love on me On that night drive Ooh you're so fine Cruising highway 85 Cruising Highway 85

I said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah) Too low to get under (yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah) Someone's always tryin' to start

So some down from the clouds When you're so high you (Don't think) When you fall from the sky you (Won't break) So come down from the clouds I've been loving you, too long I've been loving you, for too long. When you're so high, you don't think When you

You're in my blood 'Cause you are burning, burning this heart of mine You're burning, right through my veins tonight Catch you eye in the night, it's glowing I'm so high and there's no controlling In the light of the moon you're all I see Smokey air in

New York at night Empire high Its got me coming alive Baby you're like That Uptown something Girl you're like a model on a Soho street Walking on air like you own it That electric energy Something tells me you're gonna keep me going til the morning light

I wanna give you wild love The kind that never slows down I wanna take you high up Let our hearts be the only sound I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine But I wanna give you wild love (I wanna give you wild love) Don't know what to

Hold onto each other You're so high, you're so high I'm so high, I'm so high The show was ending and I had started to crack Woke up in Chicago and the sky turned black And you're so high, you're so high, you had to be an angel And I'm so high, I'm so

Do you picture a better life? But I can't shake the feeling That you picture a better life, better wife, better nights, better high I can't seem to understand it How did we get so low I've been up late watching you breathe Wondering if you're going to

Get high, hit the floor before you go. Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport. Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you, Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now. But something good