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 Bb 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 Bb 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 Bb Gm And here are we at the center of it all F Am Slow Burn F Am Slow Burn F Am Slow Burn