Boy in the Band (v9) (r&b)

(Verse 1) Waiting at your show to know If I'll love it even more If it's just as good as you Listening to your songs so true So pure of heart and filled with blue I'm hoping for and encore too So I can sing along to one more tune You write them like they're prophecies We sing along until they come true The way you write melancholia Helps The song heal all of us I need your sound to break it down To help me understand my ground Where I stand I can see your sound Do you see me out in the crowd? (Refrain) Your sound is giving me life Articulating all your strife Like the monster, it's alive Your music is a wild ride (Chorus) Destiny doesn't call anymore Love songs make me sick and sore I love it when Your tatted hand Directs me to the boy in the band... I sing your song out loud and proud Scream it out so I can stand out Hands up for a chance in the stands Singing out for the boy in the band (Verse 2) I know there is a heartache so You make this music, tales of woe You play it like you speak guitar And use your hands to take us far Far away Far from this place To know the love you once embraced... It's aching deep inside of you Nightmares come to bare its fruit You write our past with such coherency Your pain is such a feast To play and sing of misery And turn it into poetry I love the way your hair falls when Your jamming hard among your friends Your lyrics tell the story when You had it all ahead and then You look out into the crowd and meet My eyes and gaze each color deep (Chorus) Destiny doesn't call anymore Love songs make me sick and sore I love it when Your tatted hand Directs me to the boy in the band... I sing your song out loud and proud Scream it out so I can stand out Hands up for a chance in the stands Singing out for the boy in the band (Verse 3) I love the way your skin shows off The ink from stories you want to tell I love the way you show them off And love the way your concert smells Everytime I sing your song The time and place is never wrong You give me such sustaining life Glowing bright in deep moonlight I never want this show to end just want to love you when The musics done and nothing left to spend Except a morning and the evening in I love the way you sing your pain Your misery gives the music strength The hurt never leaves, just bends And then becomes a song again (Chorus) Destiny doesn't call anymore Love songs make me sick and sore I love it when Your tatted hand Directs me to the boy in the band... I sing your song out loud and proud I sing it so I can stand out Hands up for a chance in the stands Screaming out for the boy in the band This man of my dreams who plays and sings The man in the band has set me free