20 August 2015

The Slow Burn, a song



They say a smoldering wick is safe
With him, or so they say
They say he’d never snuff it out
If the light is dim he won’t leave you without it

They say your weary heart is safe
With him, or so they say
And you can tell him how you yearn
And all about the slow burn

Come to me and I will give you rest
I’ll be your host, I’ll be your guest
That’s me at the door, they say He said

They say a smoldering wick is safe
With him, that’s what they say
And you can tell him how you yearn
And all about the slow burn

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