Eliot Rosewater, Peter Weir, Buck Brannaman, Jason Anderson, Ralph Waldo Emerson and the Dalai Lama or the Day I Realized That I'll Never Be Who I Want, But Will Always Be Who I Am and That Is Sufficient.

歌詞

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky Never revealing their depth 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 hang from above I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're my survival, you're my living proof My love is alive and not dead 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 hang from above I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life I've dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things you said I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life