Текст песни Matthew Good Band - Fearless
Matthew Good Band - Fearless слова песни
Is there anything that I need to sayThat hasn`t been said beforeI have been polite for too longWhy should I be anymoreBetter now than never, better loud than cleverBetter just to play the foolIt`s times like thisWhen you just close your eyes and kissCause everything after thisIs just bullshit and being cruelSo hold me up, I`m going outAnd don`t wait up, I won`t be coming homeIf you lay me down in concrete fieldsWill I dream of grass and operaThis is the sounds 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 I`ll missYou are the only answer at a time like thisShe is the trick of my tradeShe is the thing that can`t be madeShe is gold and nothing lessAnd she is fearlessSo hold me up, we`re going outAnd don`t wait up, we won`t be coming homeIf you lay me down in concrete fieldsWill I dream of grass and operaThis is the sounds and how it feelsTo be deadYou 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 can`t be madeStay yourself and nothing lessStay fearless