Matthew Good Band - Fearless Lyrics
Is there anything that I need to sayThat hasnt been said beforeI have been polite for too longWhy should I be anymoreBetter now than never, better loud than cleverBetter just to play the foolIts times like thisWhen you just close your eyes and kissCause everything after thisIs just bullshit and being cruelSo hold me up, Im going outAnd dont wait up, I wont be coming homeIf you lay me down in concrete fieldsWill I dream of grass and operaThis is the sound and how it feelsTo be deadIn the end there will be fire and brimstoneAnd no one will be there to answer the telephoneYou are the only one Ill missYou are the only answer at a time like thisShe is he trick of my tradeShe is the thing that cant be madeShe is gold and nothing lessAnd she is fearlessSo hold me up, were going outAnd dont wait up, we wont be coming homeYou hold it in your handYou keep it in your heartYou hide it in your headAnd you use it when you have toShe is the trick of my tradeThese are the things that cant be madeStay yourself and nothing lessStay fearless
