Things aren't actually what I thought they would be
I won't pretend, disappointments never free
The sky's on fire, feels like the sky's on fire
I may be young but I'm feeling prettty old
Like somebody borrowed years
And I found out they got sold
But still I love you
Though my sky's on fire

Swallow my pride
Let go inside
Show me your way
Refine me
And I'll still love you
Though my sky's on fire

To the author of life
Be the author of my life
To the author do you hear me sing?
To the author of life
Be the author of my life
To the author do you hear me?

I see you've been hanging in there
Looking back I've been everywhere
I've done it my way for far too long now like
Like I promised you years before
All I have is yours

Swallow my pride
Let go inside
Show me your way
Refine me