Slow

-(i have this problem with first lines, don't i?)
 i move slowly toward the door
 it's all static
 i don't need this anymore
 chorus
 it's slow going
 it's slow
 you put something in your secret place and now it's gone
 this ain't the way it's supposed to happen something's going wrong
 don't look at me i've been here in my place all along
 my feet are made of lead
 and my legs are cast in stone
 this pen 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 gotta find someone who knows(?)
 i gotta work it out
 chorus
 i wasn't trying to correct you
 -
 i was only trying to protect what...
 don't look at me i've been here
 everything is fine
 it's slow going
 it's slow going