Fuse in Blue

The shadows pool across the hardwood floor (mmmmm) Leaving footprints right outside

the door

Time is dripping slow like candlelight

Oh, let the rhythm take its sweet

time (take its time) No need to rush the mountain we have

to climb

Just a subtle pulse

beneath the skin

Ice is melting in the highball glass

Waiting for the heavy heat to pass

Every second stretches out so wide

Oh, let the rhythm take its sweet time (yeah,

take its time)

No need to rush the mountain we have to climb

Just a subtle pulse

beneath the skin

Let it burn slow... (mmmmm)