Slow Burn
(David Bowie)
Here shall
we live in this terrible town
Where the
price for our minds
Shall
squeeze them tight like a fist
And the
walls shall have eyes
And the
doors shall have ears
But we'll
dance in their 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 Hark 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 spare 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
