The (C)strands in your eyes that (F)col or them the won der ful (C)stop me and steal my my breath.

And (C)em ’ralds from moun tains you’re (F)thrust towards the sky,

my (C)nev er re veal ing their depth.

And (C)tell

(G)me that (F)we be long to (G)geth er.

Dress it up

with the (F)trap pings of love.

I’ll (C)be cap ti (G)vat ed, I’ll (F)hang from (G)your lips in (C)stead of the gal lows of (G)heart ache that hang from a bove.

(C)I’ll

(Am7)be

(F)your cry in’ shoul der,

I’ll be love (G)su i cide.

And (C)I’ll

be

(F)bet ter when I’m old er,

I’ll be

the (G)great est (F)fan of your (C5)life.

And

And I’ve (Am7)dropped out, I’ve burned up.

I (G)fought my way back from the dead.

I’ve (Am7)tuned in, turned on, re (G)mem bered the thing that you

said.

(C)I’ll

be

(F)your cry in’ shoul der,

I’ll be love (G)su i cide.

(C)I’ll

be

(F)bet ter when I’m old er,

I’ll be

the (G)great est (F)fan of your (C)life,

the (G)great est (F)fan of your (C)life,

the (G)great est (F)fan of your (C)life.