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)