The strands in your eyes
that color them wonderful,
stop me,
they steal my breath.
And Emeralds
from mountains,
thrust towards the sky,
never revealin'
their depth.
And tell me
that we belong together.
Dress it up,
with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated.
I'll hang from your lips,
instead of the gallows
of heartache
that hang from above.
And I'll be,
your cryin' shoulder.
And I'll be
love suicide.
And I'll be,
better when I'm older.
And I'll be,
the greatest
fan of your life.
And rain falls,
angry on the tin roof,
as we lie awake
in my bed.
And you're my survival.
You're my living proof
my love is alive
and not dead.
And tell me,
that we belong together.
Dress it up,
with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated.
I'll hang from your lips
instead of the gallows,
of heartache
that hang from above.
And I'll be,
your cryin' shoulder.
And I'll be
love suicide.
And I'll be,
better when I'm older.
And I'll be,
the greatest,
fan of your life.
And I've, dropped out,
I burned up,
I fought my way
back from the dead.
I tuned in, I turned on
remembered
the things that you, said.
And I'll be,
your cryin' shoulder.
I'll be love suicide.
And I'll be,
better when I'm older.
And I'll be, the greatest
fan of your... And I'll be,
your cryin' shoulder.
And I'll be
love suicide.
And I'll be,
better when I'm older.
And I'll be,
the greatest
fan of your life.
The greatest
fan of your life.