The eyes of a child
Looked out of yr head
And the microphone smiled
When the light turned red

Everyone there wanted 2 hold U tight
But U looked so unconcerned
When U burned 2 bright

Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright
Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright

By the shrine U made in yr studio
In the selenium glade + the candles yellow
Who were you running from it was yourself all right
Maybe U burned a little 2 bright

I wonder if yr soul is still dispossessed
R U wandering R U rolling
Or have U found a new place 2 rest?

Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright
Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright
Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright
Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright