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