Faded Stage

Six-string slung across my spine,
Road dust mixed with cherry wine,
Sold-out nights, the amps would scream,
We were gods inside a dream.

Lightning in our blood and bones,
Love and chaos on the phones,
Now it’s silence in the hall,
But I still hear every call.

I still see the hands reachin’ high,
Feel the thunder in the sky,
Back when fire burned in my name,
And every kiss was gasoline.
Now the crowd’s a distant haze,
Just echoes on a faded stage.

Leather jackets, broken strings,
We gave our souls to the machine,
Red-lipped girls and hotel sins,
Yeah, we thought it’d never end.

Every song, a rebel prayer,
Screamin’ loud like no one cared,
Now I play to empty rooms,
Still chasing ghosts in worn-out tunes.

I still see the hands reachin’ high,
Feel the thunder in the sky,
Back when fire burned in my name,
And every kiss was gasoline.
Now the spotlight’s cold and strange,
But I still bleed on this faded stage.

No curtain call, no grand goodbye,
Just vinyl dreams and bloodshot eyes,
I’d trade it all to feel that spark,
One last riot in the dark.

I still see the hands reachin’ high,
Feel the thunder in the sky,
Back when we were wild and loud,
Kings of sweat beneath the crowd.
Now it’s just me and my cage,
Singin’ truth on a faded stage.

Yeah, the glory days are gone,
But the song still rages on…