Slow

Even the air in here has jelled

I move slowly towards the door

It's all static

I don't need this anymore

It's slow going

It's slow

You put something in your secret place and now it's gone

This ain't the way you thought it'd happen

Don't look at me

I've been here in my place all along

And my feet are made of lead

And my legs are cast in stone

This pen it leaves no trail of ink

I can hardly dial the phone

There's a stiffness in everything

In my bones and in this house

I've got to find someone who knows

I've got to work it out

I wasn't trying to prevent you keep you straight in line

I was only trying to protect what I thought you gave as mine

It's slow