Written by David Bowie
F Am Here shall we live in this terrible town F Where the price for our eyes Am Shall squeeze them tight like a fist F And the walls shall have eyes Am And the doors shall have ears F But we'll dance in their dark Am And they'll play with our lives Dm Like a slow burn F Leading us on and on and on Dm Like a slow burn F Turning us round and round and round Bb Hark who are we Gm So small in times such as these F Am Slow burn F Am Slow burn Solo F Am F Am F Oh, these are the days Am These are the strangest of all F These are the nights Am These are the darkest to fall F But who knows? Am Echoes in tenement halls F Who knows? Am Though the years snare them all Dm Like a slow burn F Leading us on and on and on Dm Like a slow burn F Twirling us round and round and upside down Bb There's fear overhead Gm There's fear overground F Am Slow burn F Am Slow burn Dm Like a slow burn F Leading us on and on and on Dm Like a slow burn F Turning us round and round and round Bb And here are we Gm At the center of it all F Am Slow burn F Am Slow burn F Am Slow burn