That Boy on Stage
Based on the Night Of 2/23 and its about Gerard
I’ve waited and waited, somewhat patiently;
For that one moment, their dramatic arrival.
Minutes died I waited for eternity;
I was waiting for too long, yes long enough.
But in the spotlight, rolled in a stretcher;
Containing that beautiful boy, that boy on stage.
His voice sounded different, like some god;
His complexion was pale, his hair black as the night.
As the night went on in a joyous black parade;
His moves and voice serenaded me into a daze.
In the bright spotlight, dancing through the hot night;
Was once again that beautiful boy; that boy on stage.
His songs opened up a world, no one could imagine;
His outbursts were crazy but they brought laughter.
It was his words of inspiration touching my heart;
Brought more effect to the night, that changed my young life.
Once again in the spotlight, doing his preaching;
Was that fucking beautiful boy; that boy on stage.
When the night ended, in a screeching sudden halt;
The depression started to take over me;
Like a dictator taking over a weak nation.
All I just wanted was to see his face again.
And in my dreams, so beautiful and aesthetic;
There was that beautiful boy, that boy on stage.
I’ve waited and waited, somewhat patiently;
For that one moment, their dramatic arrival.
Minutes died I waited for eternity;
I was waiting for too long, yes long enough.
But in the spotlight, rolled in a stretcher;
Containing that beautiful boy, that boy on stage.
His voice sounded different, like some god;
His complexion was pale, his hair black as the night.
As the night went on in a joyous black parade;
His moves and voice serenaded me into a daze.
In the bright spotlight, dancing through the hot night;
Was once again that beautiful boy; that boy on stage.
His songs opened up a world, no one could imagine;
His outbursts were crazy but they brought laughter.
It was his words of inspiration touching my heart;
Brought more effect to the night, that changed my young life.
Once again in the spotlight, doing his preaching;
Was that fucking beautiful boy; that boy on stage.
When the night ended, in a screeching sudden halt;
The depression started to take over me;
Like a dictator taking over a weak nation.
All I just wanted was to see his face again.
And in my dreams, so beautiful and aesthetic;
There was that beautiful boy, that boy on stage.