Headgrenade - Great Escapes

I’ve heard as one grows older every fear would be amusing

but instead of losing fear I simply fear losing.

Give me you and I and a couple of minor chords,

Give me you and I behind closed doors.

All the damage of the day, let it die, oh, let it die,

Feed the fire, feed desire, let another day pass by

A thousand scary things keep rushing through my mind Explode!

Explode!

No doubt gets left behind

Explode!

Explode!

Do you know what the worst case is?

Let’s not talk in superlatives!

Give me you and I and a couple of minor chords,

Give me you and I behind closed doors.

All the damage of the day, let it die, oh, let it die,

Feed the fire, feed desire, let another day pass by

This head really is a hand grenade

and every thought makes it

makes it

makes it

detonate.