Switchfoot - Burn out Bright Lyrics
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Burn out Bright
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What Are The Lyrics For Burn out Bright By Switchfoot?
I want to burn out bright
Does it have to start with a broken heart Broken dreams, bleeding heart We were young and the world was clear Young ambition disappears I swore it would never come to this The average, the obvious How I'm still discontented down here I'm still discontented If we've only got one try If we've only got one life If time was never on our side Then before I die I want to burn out bright I want to burn out bright So a spark ignites in time and space Limping through this human race You bite and claw your way back home But you're running the wrong way The future is a question mark Of kerosene and electric sparks There's still fire in you yet Yeah there's still fire in you If we've only got one try If we've only got one life If time was never on our side Then before I die I want to burn out bright I keep cleaning up the mess I've made I keep cleaning up the mess I've made I don't want to run away I can't sleep in the bed I've made I can't sleep in the bed I've made If we've only got one try We've only got one try If we've only got one life We've only got one life If time was never on our side Time was never on our side Then before I die I want to burn out bright Before I die I want to burn out Before I die I want to burn out Before I die I want to burn out bright If time was never on our side Then before I die I want to burn out bright |
Who Wrote Burn out Bright By Switchfoot?
Jon Foreman, Tim Foreman
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