[Intro: A muffled scratching sound of a match striking, a low-fidelity room hum, a deep resonant low G note rings out with a slow heavy thumb-beat] [Verse 1: Cold, seething baritone vocals, very loose timing] Match in my hand, bottle resting at my feet Your pictures scattered across the floor like dead leaves in the street I could strike it now and watch it all go up in flames But some things hurt better when they burn real slow and take their aim (mm-hmm) [Chorus: Stinging slide guitar accents, humming along with the melody] Burn it slow… let the smoke curl up high Burn it slow… make the pain never die Every memory twisting black in the firelight Burn it slow baby… burn it slow tonight [Verse 2: Heavy deliberate thumb-bass continues, gravelly delivery] That red dress you loved still hanging in the back Still smells like your skin and every lie you left intact I could tear it down fast but that’s too easy on you I’m gonna let these flames kiss it gentle till the feeling cuts clean through [Bridge: Slower, spoken-sung, very heavy delivery with long pauses] You thought I’d fall apart… you thought I’d lose my mind [Bitter tired chuckle] Instead I’m sitting here smiling… watching pieces of you die… [Final Chorus: Vocals getting colder and quieter, slow guitar breathing] Burn it slow… till nothing’s left but ash and bone Burn it slow… turn our history into smoke I’ll sit right here till the morning light Burn it slow baby… burn it slow… and I’ll be alright [Outro: A final slow slide down the strings, the low thumb-beat fades into a muffled distorted hum, silence]
