Fearless - Matthew Good Band

Is there anything that I need to say

That hasn’t been said before

And I have been polite for too long

Why should I be anymore

Better now than never

Better loud than clever

Better just to play the fool

It’s times like this

When you just close your eyes and kiss

'Cause everything after this

Is just bullshit and being cruel

So hold me up, I’m going out

And don’t wait up, I won’t be coming home

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

And 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

And hold me up, if we’re going out

And don’t wait up, we won’t be coming home

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

Oh, oh

You hold it in your hand, you

You keep it in your heart, you

You hide it in your head, and you

You use it when you have to

She is the trick of my trade

These are the things that can’t be made

Stay yourself and nothing less

Stay fearless

Fearless

Fear--

Fearless