The Fear - Travis

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