Broke up, bored and busted and barely breathing,
Tied down, torn and tossed and too scared to turn,
Weakness with the wonder so worn and wasted,
When I guess I should have known this heart was bound to burn.

Faithful eyes so filled with foolish impressions,
Singing to a sad and setting sun,
The colors curl and clash and call me crazy,
‘Cause I guess I should have known these eyes were bound to burn.

Feeling underwhelmed and overtaken,
Wondering how I will ever come to terms,
If this hopeful heart is so easily mistaken,
Then I guess I should have known this heart was bound to burn,
I guess I should have known this heart was bound to burn.

Seems I've sifted slowly through a secret,
That I'd kept so carefully concealed from my concerns,
While I wondered through a world of wishful thinking,
When I guess I should have know my blood was bound to burn,
and I guess I should have know these eyes were bound to burn,
Yes, I guess I should have known this heart was bound to burn.