The Spotlight Misbehaves

The night is humming lonely,

the curtains ache in pain,

the chandeliers are trembling like they’ll never shine again.

A shadow left the spotlight,

slipped out of mortal sight— And the world feels wrong without his

light.

He danced like wicked starlight,

he laughed like velvet flame,

he kissed the dark with mischief and we loved him all the

same.

Now the stage is aching empty,

craving his delight— Oh,

the spotlight misbehaves tonight.

The rafters miss his laughter,

the curtains miss his grin,

the mirror’s cracked with longing for the devil wrapped in sin.

Every echo feels abandoned,

every shadow tight— Yes,

the spotlight misbehaves tonight.

He was danger dipped in glitter,

he was chaos dressed in charm,

he was every wicked fantasy tucked safely in our arms.

Now the music aches without him,

trembling in the night— And the spotlight misbehaves tonight.

Raise your candles, raise your lashes,

raise your sorrow, raise your light!

He’s the king of camp eternal,

he’s the prince of midnight bright!

Let the heavens quake with longing,

let the cosmos mourn his flight—

Because the spotlight misbehaves tonight!

Yes, the spotlight misbehaves tonight!

Oh, the spotlight—

MISBEHAVES…

TONIIIIIGHT…