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…