Slow Burn

Slow Burn - David Bowie (大衛·鮑伊)

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

And this slow burn

Leading us on and on and on

And this slow burn

Turning us round and round and round

But who are we

So small in times such as these

Slow Burn

Slow Burn

These are Oh 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

And this Slow Burn

Leading us on and on and on

And this Slow Burn

Turning us round and round and upside down

There's fear overhead

There's fear overground

Slow Burn

Slow Burn

And this Slow Burn

Leading us on and on and on

And this 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