The Slow Burn

The slow burn don’t announce itself with flash
It don’t blow up in a sudden show of ash
It settles in and takes up all the room
It fills the chest, it fills the afternoon
The slow burn of a wanting that’s been held
Too long in one container to be quelled

The slow burn, the slow burn, it goes right to the core
The slow burn is the wanting wanting more
The slow burn, the slow burn, it takes its precious time
The slow burn is the sweetest state of mine
I’ve been slow burning since she walked past me
In the hardware store on a slow moving day
She wasn’t even looking, didn’t even know
The slow burn she ignited as she walked away
That’s the nature of it, it don’t need her input
The body starts the burning on its own pursuit

The slow burn, the slow burn, it goes right to the core
The slow burn is the wanting wanting more
The slow burn, the slow burn, it takes its precious time
The slow burn is the sweetest state of mine
And the slow burn is the truest kind of heat
Not the flash fire that goes out on the street
But the coal bed underneath that holds through night
The kind of heat that lasts, the kind that’s right
I’ll carry this slow burn until it’s time
And then we’ll see what happens at the bottom line

The slow burn, the slow burn, it goes right to the core
The slow burn is the wanting wanting more
The slow burn, the slow burn, it takes its precious time
The slow burn is the sweetest state of mine