The strands in your eyes
That color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breathAnd emeralds from mountains
Thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depthAnd 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 hangs from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your lifeRain 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 deadAnd 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 hangs from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
The greatest fan of your life