The strands in your eyes, they color them wonderful
Stop me from stealin' my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky
Never revealing their depth

He knows her inside and out. He's seen her at her worst and at her best. He knows why she's scared of the dark, and why she can't sleep when it's raining. He can look into her eyes and see her. Not just there colour, or her tears. But he can see her, her inner self. Her personality, her feelings, her fears, her loves her hates. Her eyes are depthless to him. She's so smart, but why can't she see the people around her and how they feel about her? Why can't she see the beauty he see's in her? Why can't she see him?

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

She wants him when there's nobody else. She wants his ears to listen to her when nobody else can hear her. She wants his mouth to soothe her when nobody else can talk. She wants him to be him when I never can be. If she could only see how much he love her. He stay awake at night, most people would be thinking about what is to happen the next day, or the latest gossip. But him, he fantasies about her. He fantasise that she see's everything he does, he would do, for her and that she'd love him back the way he wants her to. That he could say what he wants her to hear and that she'd be happy. That she would see how captivated he is by her.

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
And I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

He would give her anything. Give anything she wants, she needs. If she needed to yell, and scream, and kick and punch, he would let her do it to him until it all was released. He wants her to know how much he loves her, and that he might not be abe to show it all the time because of other things but he's still young and when he gets older he'll be the man she needs, if only she'd just wait. He wants to be her saviour, her knight, her hero. He wants to watch her go through every aspect of her life and he wants to be doing them with her.

And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survivor,you're my living proof
My love is alive and not dead

He can picture them together. Them laying in bed, during summer and winter. During rain and heat. He knows that if she left he'd be nothing. She's the only reason he is anything. If she weren't around he'd have no hope, no hope to know that someday everything will be allright. If she's gone, his love, his life will be gone, numbed, dead.

I've dropped out, burned up
And fought my way back from the dead
I've tuned in and turned on
And remember the day that you left

He's, they have, been through so much. They've been through the downs and lows. But everytime he fights back, whether it's just for him, or if it's to get her back of the ground. But still, he always saves her. He has listened to everything she's ever had, needed, to say. But still, one day she'd leave him if he ever came back. Even though at the moment he's her everything.

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
And I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

All he wants her to know is that he has been her crying shoulder, her boxing bag, her human journal, her own sun that fills her life with light. And she has been his. And if she left, left for him, she'd still have a light, not his, but a light. But he wouldn't have anything, he wouldn't have someone elses light to fill him. No one can make his life bright, except for her.