For the Belgian electronic band, see A Split Second.
Burn Out
Split Second Lyrics
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Watch her slipping swiftly
She knows the whole damn world is watching her
She couldn't give a hoot in hell
She'll never make the frontpage headlines
She knows the story far too well
Taking her chances
Burn out
Backward glances
Her hands still sticky from the night before
What's the difference, it's all she's suited for
Dragging the relics of her emotions down the street
Burned out memories from between the sheets
Rien que rêves morcelées
Le désis, les fleurs maladives
Je ném Peux plus
Les gémissements dans les yeux révulsés
La vie dans les biotes D'ennui
La vie dans les boites D'envie
L'envie
The song Burn Out by Split Second showcases a woman who is carefree and unabashedly herself. As she walks down the street, she is aware that she is being watched by the whole world, but it doesn't bother her in the least. She knows that she won't be making front-page headlines since she is all too familiar with how the story goes. The woman is seen taking chances and looking back at her life with a sense of nostalgia, as she has experienced it all already.
The lyrics suggest that the woman had a wild night before, evident from her sticky hands that she bears as she continues down the street. She knows that her life is suited for these kinds of situations and that she can't escape them. The woman is carrying with her the remnants of her shattered emotions, everything that is left of her memories from between the sheets. The song is an ode to the life of a woman who is okay with living her life on the edge and stands unaffected in front of the universe's gaze.
In conclusion, Burn Out by Split Second exudes a sense of freedom and independence as it tells the story of a woman who is not afraid of living her life on her terms, even if it means constant scrutiny from the world around her. The song is a tribute to people who are brave and confident in their skin.
Line by Line Meaning
See her walking gently down the street
Observing her move delicately through the street
Watch her slipping swiftly
Witnessing her move rapidly
She knows the whole damn world is watching her
Realizing that everybody is paying attention to her actions
She couldn't give a hoot in hell
She does not care about what other people may think or say about her
She'll never make the frontpage headlines
She is not interested in being the center of attention
She knows the story far too well
She is familiar with the various outcomes of her actions
Burn out
Feeling overpowered and consumed
Taking her chances
Risking it all
Burn out
Feeling overpowered and consumed
Backward glances
Looking back at past experiences
Her hands still sticky from the night before
Her hands are unwashed or residue from the previous night's activities
What's the difference, it's all she's suited for
It does not matter because what she has been doing is all she is fit for
Dragging the relics of her emotions down the street
Struggling with emotional remnants of the past and bringing them wherever she goes
Burned out memories from between the sheets
Memories of past intimate encounters that are now consuming her
Rien que rêves morcelées
Nothing but fragmented dreams
Le désis, les fleurs maladives
Painful desire, unhealthy flowers
Je ném Peux plus
I can't take it anymore
Les gémissements dans les yeux révulsés
Sighs with rolled eyes
La vie dans les boites D'ennui
Life in the boxes of boredom
La vie dans les boites D'envie L'envie
Life in the boxes of desire, desire.
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