The eyes of a child
Looked out of your head
And the microphone smiled
When the light turned red
Everyone there wanted to hold you tight
But you looked so unconcerned
When you burned to bright
Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright
Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright
By the shrine you made in your studio
In the selenium glade and the candles yellow
Who were you running from it was yourself all right
Maybe you burned a little to bright
Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright
Burned too bright, bright, bright, bright, bright
I wonder if your soul is still dispossessed
Are you wandering, are you rolling
Or have you found a new place to 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
