Well, the moon made your mother
The sun was your brother
Your son was no other than the?
You never could see him
Or others believe him
Oh, about to let go
About to let go
That you had and your wishes
Through torn diary pages
Oh, about to let go
About to let go
And carved out like leather
To hold all our weapons
Until they had warned us about
About to let go, about to let go
![Listen to Burn So Bright (From "The Midnight Sun" [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]) by Bella Thorne](/mkimage/image/thumb/Music118/v4/0d/6f/b8/0d6fb837-dab4-19fe-0b85-c1dab5b3cd62/780163516029.jpg/375x375cc.webp "Listen to Burn So Bright (From \"The Midnight Sun\" [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]) by Bella Thorne")
