and he was unhappy as a son he was a gentle one and he was sunshine when we buried him he was noah's best friend and he was beautiful he was beautiful he was
an artist without a medium a little boy with a beard i recognized the eyes sad like mine his told the same lies
oh, i'm still in denial i'll be there for a while i want to walk through zack's garage door and see him standing there i made him laugh he makes me cry yes, i think i know why dionysus misspelled his name on jesse's arm
and he is dancing spirit soul when frankie is spinning soul and he lives in the morrisson hotel and in memory motel as well
an artist without a medium
a cherub in biker's clothes johnny, if you paint his picture please give him sad eyes eyes like broken windows
i'm still in denial i'd like to be here for a while i see him running through the daisies when i hear castles made of sand i made him laugh he makes me cry yes, i think i know why dionysus misspelled his name