Bright

Sycamore trees
Tobacco leaves
Your dry lips could use
A little bit of chapstick
The fires on
But no one is there
To man the fort
To keep your little body warm

Now you
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Now you
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh

You're bright as hell
Ah yeah
You're bright as hell
Ah yeah
Sycamore trees
Tobacco leaves
Your dry lips could use
A little bit of chapstick
The lights are on
But no ones home
To man the fort
To keep your little body warm

Now you
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Now you
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh

You're bright as hell
Ah yeah
You're bright as hell
Ah yeah

And no one knows
Oh
Oh
And no one knows



Credits
Writer(s): David Eppich
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