In My Eyes, There's No One Better

When My Hair's All But Gone And My Memory Fades And The Crowds Don't Remember My Name When My Hands Don't Play The Strings The Same Way I Know You Will Still Love Me The Same.

I Find The Whole Concept Of Women Screaming At Me So Odd. It's Very Flattering, But I Don't Think I Will Ever Consider Myself To Be A Sex Symbol.

It's Too Cold Outside For Angels To Fly.

We Keep This Love In A Photograph We Made These Memories For Ourselves Where Our Eyes Are Never Closing Hearts Are Never Broken And Time's Forever Frozen Still

And I Know These Scars Will Bleed, But Both Of Our Hearts Believe All Of These Stars Will Guide Us Home