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.
But here, closer every year, so near. The fear is coming clear.

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.

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.

Canción The Fear, de Travis