Brightside
Like a bloody snowbank, the side of me that comes untold
We lay in boats way down by groves, and then suddenly we row
We think disease can somehow cure
The sound of darkness is a map
We redefine our victories so we are never in the past
(whoa oh whoa)
I hold my hands over my eyes
(whoa oh whoa)
I have to squint to see the light
(whoa oh whoa)
The miracle I hope to find
(whoa oh whoa)
It's just my heart that's beating
The message keeps repeating!
We see hope sit close to trauma in death and misspent hours
Louder than a clock we've ever heard
Sounding out from a hidden tower
Hope to spell some kind of meaning and paint some kind of end
I can hear its warm heart beating like a lover, or a friend
(whoa oh whoa)
I hold my hands over my eyes
(whoa oh whoa)
I have to squint to see the light
(whoa oh whoa)
The miracle I hope to find
(whoa oh whoa)
It's just my heart that's beating
The message keeps repeating!
My arms can't help but reach for it, even as they grow so tired
It rests finally in sweet perfume, and puts a happy face in my eye
I want to know what's in between
This kind of pain is my best weapon
And I doubt that God even exists
Would never kneel to get a blessing!
I hold my hands over my eyes
(whoa oh whoa)
I have to squint to see the light
(whoa oh whoa)
The miracle I hope to find
(whoa oh whoa)
Plays perfectly in store-bought time
It's just my heart that's beating
The message keeps repeating!
It's just my heart that's beating!
The message keeps repeating!
We lay in boats way down by groves, and then suddenly we row
We think disease can somehow cure
The sound of darkness is a map
We redefine our victories so we are never in the past
(whoa oh whoa)
I hold my hands over my eyes
(whoa oh whoa)
I have to squint to see the light
(whoa oh whoa)
The miracle I hope to find
(whoa oh whoa)
It's just my heart that's beating
The message keeps repeating!
We see hope sit close to trauma in death and misspent hours
Louder than a clock we've ever heard
Sounding out from a hidden tower
Hope to spell some kind of meaning and paint some kind of end
I can hear its warm heart beating like a lover, or a friend
(whoa oh whoa)
I hold my hands over my eyes
(whoa oh whoa)
I have to squint to see the light
(whoa oh whoa)
The miracle I hope to find
(whoa oh whoa)
It's just my heart that's beating
The message keeps repeating!
My arms can't help but reach for it, even as they grow so tired
It rests finally in sweet perfume, and puts a happy face in my eye
I want to know what's in between
This kind of pain is my best weapon
And I doubt that God even exists
Would never kneel to get a blessing!
I hold my hands over my eyes
(whoa oh whoa)
I have to squint to see the light
(whoa oh whoa)
The miracle I hope to find
(whoa oh whoa)
Plays perfectly in store-bought time
It's just my heart that's beating
The message keeps repeating!
It's just my heart that's beating!
The message keeps repeating!
Credits
Writer(s): Kathleen M Hanna, Sara Landeau, Christopher Carmine Covelli, Kenneth Mellman, Kathi Wilcox
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