Tekster: Chevelle. Wonder What's Next. An Evening With El Diablo.

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
Too scared to run, so scared to run
So scared

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

I was high up on you
Till the shadows began to crawl
Some say, "We can never know"
Just how far down, this beast has come

I'm too scared to run, too scared to run
I'm too scared to run, so scared to run
So scared to run

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

Wish I had your faults
Wish I had your faults