Let It Burn Slow

LET IT BURN SLOW (A Reworking of an original instrumental track, Flare Burst And Taper, by Silvio Vinci) Your coat is hanging by the door, Your boots have marked the kitchen floor. The record skips; you let it play. You say you’re leaving. Then you stay. A passing car lights up your face, Your fingers trace a coffee stain. You reach across and take my hand; Outside, the street fills up with rain. Let it burn slow, Let it burn low. Stay through the morning— We’ve got nowhere to go. You talk about the place you left, The books you sold, the ones you kept. I tell you how I learned to pack And leave before somebody asked. You fold the map and put it down, The early train is leaving town. I turn the record over, too, And pull my chair up next to you. Let it burn slow, Let it burn low. Stay through the morning— We’ve got nowhere to go. I know the flash, I know the fall. Give me the quiet After it all. Let it burn slow, Let it burn low. Stay through the morning— We’ve got nowhere to go. No need to go… Let it burn slow.