The Verve Pipe — The Freeze

What a happy place A canopy of branches On a bed of green What a lovely scene Now among the wild With eyes upon me I'm afraid to breathe I am only flesh and bone Running through the great unknown Stumbling over sticks and stones Till I'm down upon my knees Suddenly the day is night Things aren't always black and white They talk about the fight or flight They don't talk about the freeze When your happy place Is suddenly a stranger You feel the danger Of where the wild things are When you want to run But you're bearing the weight Thе branch-like fingers Of a clumsy boy Once an opеn sky There's suddenly a ceiling And you're forced to feel I am only flesh and bone Running through the great unknown Stumbling over sticks and stones Till I'm down upon my knees Suddenly the day is night Things aren't always black and white They talk about the fight or flight They don't talk about the freeze I don't need your sympathy It doesn't heal the wounds in me We can talk endlessly And it doesn't change a thing It means nothing in the dead of night When things aren't always black and white We talk about the fight or flight We don't talk about the freeze (I am only flesh and bone) My body (Running through the great unknown) Is frozen (Stumbling over sticks and stones) Down on (Till I'm down upon my knees) My knees (Suddenly the day is night) No fighting (Things aren't always black and white) No fleeing (They talk about the fight or flight) I'm in the freeze (They don't talk about the freeze) (I am only flesh and bone) My body (Running through the great unknown) Is frozen (Stumbling over sticks and stones) Down on (Till I'm down upon my knees) My knees (Suddenly the day is night) No fighting (Things aren't always black and white) No fleeing (They talk about the fight or flight) I'm in the freeze (They don't talk about the freeze)