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 here 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, think I know why Dionysus misspelled his name on Jesse's arm

And he is a 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

Im still in denial

I'd like to be here for a while

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