Silken stares

And wildfire glares

Never meant much to me babe

Not ever like this

Never ever like this

Your fingerprints

Left a tattoo on her shoulder

It burns bright in bold

When I see her face

You should’ve seen your face

When she rode into town

On that soft Sunday morning

With the sun in her hair

And the wind in her face

Then my eyes were a mirror

So when you looked at me all that you saw was your sin

I loved you so hard

Till the confession slipped your tongue

And my love slipped my mind