Vārdi: Estrange. Locked.

If I could go there with ease
If I wasn't scared anymore
But the ground below my feet
Screams and shouts "you fool shut your mouth"
It's not a lack of trust
But when it comes down to it
I don't want you to see me
Hurt

Then you divert my mind
And almost make me forget
That I wish everything undone
After all right now I wouldn't change a thing
And you open your eyes
Just about in time to see me
Squeeze pleased
On the peak I had a slight squint
I squeeze
So pleased
But my heart is dislocated
My heart is one disease

If I told you what I'm made of
Would you tell me to go home?
I won't tell you what I'm made of
I don't want to go home

(Thanks to john for these lyrics)