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