The dying day paints a portrait of sadness

Upon this lonely LA tear

Have I found a home, in this prison of my own

trapped in a borderline carreer?


But there she sits, In the store on 13th street

walking a borderline of her own

is she ever gonna know the way that i see her

when she walks into a room?


and I'm not exactly happy

about all of the things that I've done

I've made some mistakes and I know that I'm young

and I'm sorry if I've hurt anyone.

But of all the things that I'm proud of

And the places i've found in the sun,

the way I find myself loving her

is the best thing I've ever done


God knows its hard to let someone new in

when you're still looking for a sign.

but the harder it sits, the older I get

but the taste is as sweet as wine.


so come with me, skate across the dance floor

as i sing my song for you

but if you let go, i want you to know

that i'm saving my dance for you


and I know I've climbed some mountains

that I probably never should have climbed

I feel I've fallen farther and hit bottom harder

than any man with reason or rhyme

but if I only had a way to show you

how deep my heartache runs

and the way I find myslef loving you

Is the best thing I've ever done


And if anyone would have told me

that I would ever loved anyone this way

I probably never would have listened,

but now I'm here and i have to say:

that you only make me stronger -

I've never been more proud of anyone.

And the way I find myslef loving you

Is the best thing I've ever done...