Play for Me
It is music that dances in his crimson blood
He is one of the last remaining few.
His passion, his heart,
The music flows through his veins, the broken blue.
His fingers move so much faster than we know to strum
The rhythm that moves you.
Standing on stage he is ready for his show.
For his power is his music, he ignites the soul
The music bleeds, leaves you in the dust
He knows passion, creates that lust
The one that wields a weapon twice as sharp as steel
Such an intense flow is his and he plays for us to feel
The deep blue eyes that hide his imagination,
Is it any wonder he is such a fascination
He is one of the last remaining few.
His passion, his heart,
The music flows through his veins, the broken blue.
His fingers move so much faster than we know to strum
The rhythm that moves you.
Standing on stage he is ready for his show.
For his power is his music, he ignites the soul
The music bleeds, leaves you in the dust
He knows passion, creates that lust
The one that wields a weapon twice as sharp as steel
Such an intense flow is his and he plays for us to feel
The deep blue eyes that hide his imagination,
Is it any wonder he is such a fascination