Friday, January 25, 2002

The strands in your eyes that colour them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains are thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depths

And tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang form your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang form above

And 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

~ I'll Be - Edwin McCain