Lyrics Matthew Good Band – Fearless

Is there anything that I need to say
that hasn’t been said before
I have been polite for too long
why should I be anymore

if you lay me down in concrete fields
will I dream of grass and opera
this is the sound and how it feels
to be dead

In the end there will be fire and brimstone
and no one will be there to answer the telephone
you are the only one I’ll miss
you are the only answer at a time like this
she is he trick of my trade
she is the thing that can’t be made
she is gold and nothing less
and she is fearless
so hold me up, we’re going out
and don’t wait up, we won’t be coming home

You hold it in your hand
you keep it in your heart
you hide it in your head
and you use it when you have to