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 BurnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
