The strands in your eyes,
and thrusts toward the sky
Never refilling their depth
Dress it up with a trappings of love
Instead of the gallows of heartache
And I'll be your crying shoulder
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
And rain falls, angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
My love is alive and not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
instead of the gallops of heartache
Ooh, I'll be your crying shoulder
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
And I've tried out, burned up
Fought my way back from the dead
Oh, I've tuned in, turned on
Remember the thing you said
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your
And I'll be your crying shoulder
And I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your