Fear Of... Paroles

Is time just lost for other games.

If I could turn back all of our days,
Would you still know my face,
Would you still know my face.

And if I could turn back all of these years,
Would all of our moments be buried by fear,
buried by fear.

Could I invent a muscle,
To pump life around my bones,
To beat instead of this heart shape beast I loath.

For surely being heartless,
Would avoid all of those things,
The poets claim to be the route of all.

If I could turn back all of our days,
Would you still know my face, buried by fear.

Fear to laugh,
And fear to cry,
And fear of knowing what it means to die.

And fear of hoping,
And fear of choking,
And fear of loving.

Fear of trying,
To be someone that you're not,
An being caught out,
And being left at a loss.

And fear of knowing,
That these feeling deep inside,
Are always better bottled,
Than hurt so much to hide.

'Cause all you want to do,
Is shout out that you're scared,
And take comfort in the fact,
That maybe someone else is scared too.

But what if it's just me,
What if no one else is fearful,
It's just you,
And it's just me.

If I invent a secret,
Will you keep it to yourself,
Will you keep it locked up in your mouth,
And will you never spit it out.

If I tell you that I love you,
That you're the one for me,
Although we haven't spoken for so very many weeks.

And if I tell you that I hate you,
That you've made into a shell,
I am pretty on the outside,
But inside me there is hell.

For you can hear the waves,
And you can hear the sea,
But in reality,
It's a beauty you can't see.

And I'm down on my knees,
Down on my knees.

If I invent a secret,
If I invent a secret,
If I invent a secret,
If I invent a secret.

If I invent a secret,
Will you keep it to yourself,
And will you keep it locked up in your mouth,
And will you never spit it out.