Front Row - Metric

I’m in the front row with a bottle

Don’t know what I can’t decide

I’m in the front row, I’m a model

Don’t know what I can’t describe

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

All of us

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

He’s not perfect, he’s my hero

Smashing the piano

Spitting on the front row

Chronic confrontation

Psychic conversation

Radical compassion

Louder than the action of all of us

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

All of us

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

All the stars

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

All of us

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

I’m in the front row with a bottle

Don’t know what I can’t decide

I’m the front row, I’m a model

Don’t know what I can’t describe

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

All of us

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

He’s not perfect, he’s a victim

Of his occupation

Social insulation

Secret intervention

Charging with possession

I just wanna watch him

Make or break and beat them

All the stars

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

All the stars

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

All the stars

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

All the stars

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

Burned out stars, they shine so bright

Burned out stars, they shine so bright