David Bowie - Slow Burn

from heathen

F Am
here shall we live in this terrible town
F Am
where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist
F Am
and the walls shall have eyes and the doors shall have ears
F Am
but we’ll dance in the dark and they’ll play with our lives

Dm Am
like a slow burn leading us on and on and on
Dm Am
like a slow burn turning us round and round and round
A# Gm
but who are we so small in times such as these
F Am
slow burn
F Am
slow burn

solo : F Am F Am

F Am
oh , these are the days these are the strangest of all
F Am
these are the nights these are the darkest to fall
F Am
but who knows echoes in tenement halls
F Am
who knows though the years snare them all

Dm Am
like a slow burn leading us on and on and on
Dm Am
like a slow burn turning us round and round and upside down
A# Gm
there’s fear over there there’s fear over ground
F Am
slow burn
F Am
slow burn
Dm Am
like a slow burn leading us on and on and on
Dm Am
like a slow burn turning us round and round and round
A# Gm
and here are we at the center of it all
F Am
slow burn
F Am
slow burn
F Am
slow burn