Fearless Lyrics - Last Of The Ghetto Astronauts - Matthew Good Band

Is there anything that I need to say 

That hasn't been said before? 

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 

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 the trick of my trade 

She is the thing that can't be made 

She is gold and nothing less 

And she is fearless 

So hold me up, we're going out 

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

You hold it in your hand 

You keep it in your heart 

You hide it in your head 

And 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