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