I think I’ve found a fear of mine: That I might love for no reason You know I worry, that only luck brought me to you I’m half awake most of the time, it’s just the timing of the season So you know I worry, that you’re all I have to lose I should change this way of thinking That all my fears are facts of life But I could die tomorrow You’d be close behind Oh I live my life in years to come, to prepare myself for sorrow So I won’t worry, when I crumble at your feet It’s something sinister to love without regard for dear Tomorrow To search for worry is to love without deceit And I should change this way of thinking That all my fears are facts of life But I could die tomorrow You’d be close behind Oh And so I fill my days with thinking Though I’m years from my true time I could die tomorrow You’d be close behind Close behind