Burnt Tape Breezes

(oooh-mmmmm) Take your time with the morning light

We don't have to rush this day

Let the world spin outside our window

And when the shadows bend

We will find our way back again

Slow

burn,

let the embers glow

No need to rush

what we already know

(yeah,

slow

burn)

Dusty records spinning on the turntable Keeping time with

our beating hearts

We built this on a steady frame

Not a flash in the pan,

not a passing flame

(no, no)

Just a slow

burn...

(let it

burn)