Dean Geyer. Rush. I'll Be. Zeneszám

The strands in your eyes

that colour them wonderful

stop me and steal my breath

emeralds from mountains

that first touch the sky

never revealing their deaths

tell me that we belong together

dress it up, with the trappings of love

ill be captivated, ill hang from your lips

instead of shallowed heartache

from heartache that hangs from above



ill be your crying shoulder

ill be loves suicide

and ill be better when im older

ill be the greatest fan of your life



Rain falls angry on the tinned roof

as we lye awake in my bed

your my survival, your my living proof

that love is alive and not dead

so tell me that we belong together

dress it up with the trappings of love

ill be captivated, ill hang from your lips


instead of shallowed heartache

from heartache that hangs from above



ill be your crying shoulder

ill be loves suicide

and ill be better when im older

ill be the greatest fan of your life



and i dropped out, ive burned up

ive fought my way back from the dead

and i tuned in, i turned on

remember the things that you say



cuz ill be your crying shoulder

ill be loves suicide

and ill be better when im older

ill be the greatest fan of you life



ill be your crying shoulder

ill be loves suicide

and ill be better when im older

ill be the greatest fan of you life