Slow Burn

Here shall we live in this terrible town

Where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist

And the walls shall have eyes and the doors shall have ears

But we'll dance in the dark and they'll play with our livesLike a slow burn leading us on and on and on

Like a slow burn turning us round and round and round

But who are we? So small in times such as these

Slow burn, slow burnOh these are the days, these are the strangest of all

These are the nights, these are the darkest to fall

But who knows? Echoes in tenement halls

Who knows? Though the years snare them allLike a slow burn, leading us on and on and on

Like a slow burn, twirling us round and round and upside down

There's fear overhead, there's fear overground

Slow burn, slow burn