He lives in fear…

And she lives in fear…

And I live in fear

And we live in fear

Do you live in fear my dear…

And he lives in fear of her…

Fear…

And she lives in fear of his…

Fear…

And I live in fear of…

Your fear…

And we live in fear of our fear…

Do you fear…

Hearing the sound of your soul…

Disappearing in turmoil …

Does you fear live here…

I’m looking for the address…

Of the town without fear…

Not here…

Not here…

They say…

Not here…

Not here…dear…

No, no one can hear your fear my dear…

Dear, dear…friend

Your fear’s without a name or address…

Flag or face…

Country or birthplace…

The face of fear my dear…

Doesn’t live here…

Here, here or here…

Where are we to go…

How fast are we to flow…

Before we meet the master of our fear…

Does he sit on your shoulder…

Looking at your reflection…

Laughing at your perfect imperfections…

Does he see through your rag doll eyes…

Shining like the dirty prisms of stolen time…

Are you waiting for him to tell you my dear…

Don’t be afraid of…your moment without fear…

Don’t be afraid of….your moment without fear

Oohhhh…noooo noooo noooo

Don’t be afraid of your moment without fear…

We’re together…

We’re here …

Don’t be afraid of your moment without fear…

Fears that tear us apart…

At the seams of our rotting broken hearts…

What’s the meaning of the fear you’re dreaming…

Don’t be afraid of…your moment without fear…

Don’t be afraid of….your moment without fear

Oohhhh…noooo noooo noooo

Don’t be afraid of your moment without fear…

We’re together…

We’re here …

Waiting…

To be afraid of our moment without fear…

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