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 lives
Like 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 Burn
Oh 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 all
Like 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
Like a Slow Burn
Leading us
On and on and on
Like a Slow Burn
Turning us round
And round and round
And here are we
At the center
Of it all
Slow Burn
Slow Burn
Slow Burn