you set the pace, we're running on ice and I'm close behind to clean your dusty eyes blame it on my wooden legs and every fiber else if I can't keep the pace if I can't keep the pace
the rusty bones remember I said and there's a place where all lines find their end you build a wall of subtle lies and every fiber frays I beg you oh please slow down I beg you oh please slow down
you set the pace and I I lay here and all your lines find their end in me