Standard (EADGBE)

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

Solo

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 turning us round and round and upside down

There's fear over there there's fear over ground

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