Burns Out Bright Lyrics
colors mix and mold
So the story is told.
Countless beauty has come by,
Yet I still seek what I eye.
As the colors churn and turn,
I think upon what I've learned.
The repeated journeys of life,
Condensed in a month of strife.
As the colors glow at a glance,
I try to stop waiting for chance.
What it would be like to vent
To someone, whose heart they have leant.
Copyright ©2003 Danny Caballero