High up on you, you display
Good traits, though few
We've found, time alone will tell
This disease, keeps holding me down
Try to run, when near sleep
To imagine, us away
He said come, fly around my hell
And know this, you seem to be
Too scared to run

Too scared, to run

Wish I had your faults
Nothing seems to phase you
Lies, you're much more than just human

I was high up on you
'Til the shadows, began to crawl
Some say, we can never know
From just how far down
This beast has come

Too scared, to run

Wish I had your faults

/pete loeffler (chevelle)