The Fear

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 All I wanted was the chance to say I would like to see you in the morning Rolling over just to have you there Would make it easy for a little bit longer Make it easy for a little bit longer Make it easy for a little bit longer Make it easy for a little bit longer Make it easy for a little bit longer Make it easy for a little bit longer