SLOWBURN

He comes from grey skies I've just pulled myself out the trenches But I can be your sunrise, if you let me Get used to the acclimation Ten minute long conversations While you're making calculations Count me in babe I'm not used to going slow But for you I'd lose control I'm not scared to look below He says my name Makes my head turn Tend to the flame Like a slow burn Like a slow burn I quantify My lovers are often adversaries But you're not my type It's so lovely Ditched my shield and ammunition I'm still armed with intuition I've got a sneaking suspicion This ain't wrong babe I'm not used to going slow But for you I'm on parole I'm abandoning control He says my name Makes my head turn Tend to the flame Like a slow burn Like a slow burn