The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the skyNever revealing 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 lipsInstead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
And I’ll be your cryin’ shoulder I’ll be love’s suicide I’ll be better when I’m olderI’ll be the greatest fan of your life
And rain falls angry on the tin roofAs we lie awake in my bedYou’re my survival, you’re my living proofMy love is alive and not dead
So tell me that we belong togetherDress it up with the trappings of loveI’ll be captivated, I’ll hang from your lipsInstead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
And I’ll be your cryin’ shoulder I’ll be love’s suicideI’ll be better when I’m olderI’ll be the greatest fan of your life
And I’ve dropped out, I’ve burned upI fought my way back from the deadI’ve tuned in, I’ve turned onRemembered the things that you said
And I’ll be your your cryin’ shoulderI’ll be love’s suicideI’ll be better when I’m olderI’ll be the greatest fan of your-
I’ll be your cryin’ shoulder I’ll be love’s suicideI’ll be better when I’m olderI’ll be the greatest fan of your life
The greatest fan of your whole life