Bright
Luis Quibranza III, Angelo Quibranza, Paolo Quibranza, Brian Sacro
BRIGHT
The future said that “we'd all die”
I asked her “why,” she pointed right back at time
I feel my bones are made out of sticks
But rub them together, I know that I'll flicker, I'm fragile but fixed
I'm a spark in the middle of the dark
I'll burn bright anyway
Yeah, the future said that “love never dies”
I asked her if she tried to love one who lies
Yeah, I feel our hearts are made out of stones
But rubbed with another, I know that we'll flicker, give life to what's cold
Yeah, I'm a spark in the middle of the dark
Yeah, I'm your love in the middle of a war
I'll burn bright anyway