Fearless

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