All I wanted was the chance to say
  I would like to see you in the morning
  Rolling over 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
  My dear
  The fear is here
    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
  My dear
  The fear is here
    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
  Make it easy for a little bit longer
  Make it easy for a little bit longer
  Make it easy for a little bit longer
  Make it easy for a little bit longer
  Make it easy for a little bit longer