The Fear   





All I wanted was the chance to say 

I would like to see you in the morning 

Rolling over to have you there 

Would make it easy for a little bit longer  

 

But here 

Closer every year 

So near 

The fear is coming clear 

My dear 

The fear is here  

 

Hottest summer in a hundred years 

But summer didn't bother 

Getting up this morning 

And so all the trees forgot to wake 

They were dropping all their leaves 

On the ground below them 

 

But here 

Closer every year 

So near 

The fear is coming clear 

My dear 

The fear is here  

 

All I wanted was the chance to say 

I would like to see you in the morning 

Rolling over just to have you there 

Would make it easy for a little bit longer 

Make it easy for a little bit longer 

Make it easy for a little bit longer 

Make it easy for a little bit longer 

Make it easy for a little bit longer 

Make it easy for a little bit longer