you set the pace, [bad word] 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 
 [bad word] 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