Slow Burn

Candle low and pages turning slow Rain against the window soft and low Nothing urgent, nothing to be done Just the night and what it's woven from Slow burn, slow burn Let the evening take its time to turn No hurry left, no bridges left to burn Slow burn Coffee cooling on the windowsill Somewhere in the distance, someone's still Playing something sweet and far away Notes that have no need to stay Slow burn, slow burn Let the evening take its time to turn No hurry left, no bridges left to burn Slow burn Slow burn Slow burn