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
But we'll dance in the dark and they'll play with our lives
There's fear overhead, there's fear overground
Like a slow burn turning us round and round and round
Who knows? Though the years snare them all
Slow burn, slow burn
And the walls shall have eyes and the doors shall have ears
Oh these are the days, these are the strangest of all
Like a slow burn, twirling us round and round and upside down
These are the nights, these are the darkest to fall
And here are we at the center of it all
Like a slow burn leading us on and on and on
Slow burn, slow burn
But who knows? Echoes in tenement halls
Like a slow burn, leading us on and on and on
