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Slow Kind of Burning *

V6

[Verse 1 - low, breathy, close-mic] You say my name like it's nothing My hands tighten in my lap My mouth holds back a volcano And everything molten leans toward you [Pre-Chorus] Every glance is a match you don't know you're striking Every breath a slow hand down my spine [Chorus] Control is only a slow kind of burning I swallow the ember, I call it composure Control is only a slow kind of burning But I'm molten at the edges, and you're standing too close [Verse 2] Pulse like a drum behind my teeth Your voice, a thumb along my throat I count the inches between our mouths And call the counting self-control [Pre-Chorus] Every glance is a match you don't know you're striking Every breath a slow hand down my spine [Chorus] Control is only a slow kind of burning I swallow the ember, I call it composure Control is only a slow kind of burning But I'm molten at the edges, and you're standing too close [Bridge - whispered, then building] Somewhere under the calm The lava is forming The shape of your name Warm on my tongue, hungry on my lips. Just say my name, like you mean it And the mountain, falls to its knees... [Final Chorus - full power, raw] Control was only a slow kind of burning I spit out the ember, I'm done with composure Let it pour, let it flow Let it run down my skin like a sin I'm not sorry for [Outro - whispered, slow, fading to breath] (breath) Come closer. ...Say my name.