Emeralds for mountains, thrust towards the sky, never reavealing their depth.

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 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 - Edwin McCain.