Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amandagrace Michelle Schiano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Martin
Producer
Lyrics
He's a desert drifting
Whiskey sipping
Man with turquoise eyes
Tattooed knuckles
A brass belt buckle and a pistol on his side
Oh he's really been through it
He's got the scars to prove it
He wears his heart on his sleeve
In tattooed ink of red and black
He's been walking through miles of desert heat
Through hell and back
Lord, he's really been through it
He's got the scars to prove it
And it should be a crime to love him this much
I'm an outlaw inside my own dreams
A crime to love him this much
That's the only crime to ever set me free
To ever set me free
(Ooo)
I was in stagnant waters up to my knees
Rising high so I couldn't see
I never wanted to ask you to save me
But you jumped in the water
And swam with me, baby
(Ooo)
And it should be a crime to love him this much
I'm an outlaw inside my own dreams
For three years I've been running from
Whatever was calling and it was him after me
It was him after me
(Ooo)
A tattered soul like me
Has been on this road for centuries
I lost all faith that I'd ever find home
But in his arms, I'm grounded
This loves got me surrounded
No matter where I go I know I'm home
And it should be a crime to love him this much
I'm an outlaw inside my own dreams
A crime to love him this much
That's the only crime to ever set me free
To ever set me free
(Ooo)
Written by: Amandagrace Michelle Schiano