| People ask am I scared |
| Am I so sure? Am I prepared? |
| But that’s not what keeps me up at night |
| People say that I must be dumb |
| If I let you down well i’m sorry son |
| But that’s not what keeps me up at night |
| No that’s not what keeps me up at night |
| I’ve been trying for eight hours |
| In and out for maybe two |
| Now the sun is at my window |
| Where were you? |
| Burning, Burning bright |
| Our eyes wide open |
| I bet you could see our town from space, that night |
| People talk like I should have stayed |
| Should have played those cards |
| But I played it out in my head |
| And I might as well have end up dead |
| Yeah I might as well be somebody else |
| And you could take my place instead |
| I’ve been trying for eight hours |
| In and out for maybe two |
| Now the sun is at my window |
| Where were you? |
| Burning, Burning bright |
| Our eyes wide open |
| I bet you could see our town from space, that night |
| We keep on all the lights |
| We keep them burning bright |
| The fires they return, They couldn’t tell us why |
| Why we keep on all the light, That’s what keeps me up at night |
| I bet you could see our little town |
| Burning bright |
| I bet you could see our little town |
| Burning bright |
| I want to go back there |
| I bet you could see our little town |
| Burning |
| I want to go back |
| That’s not what keeps me up at night |
| That’s not what keeps me up at night |
| I want to go back there |
| That’s not what keeps me up at night |
| I want to go back there |