You've got it all over the place
Spreading it thin and leaving only a trace
You're missing something, you ought to hold me near
I want a promise that's from fear to fear
I've known you for a while, it seems
We had some talks, that kind of thing
Take me with you, please don't go alone
I don't want to think of you out there solo
Helicopter destination
Detonator and a set of instructions
Erotic literature there on the couch
On TV, a war we won't touch
Fear to fear, hurt to hurt
Fear to fear, hurt to hurt
Fear to fear, hurt to hurt
Alone out there, there's nothing worse
A litter of cigarettes at the end of the fence
A dog's ear and the money you've spent
All alone and washed with wear
Your face is fallen, but your eyes aren't clear
Voices as the phones click, click, click
Down on the floor, my feet stick, stick
I never heard a voice so thick
Down in the orchard or down by the ditch
Fear to fear, hurt to hurt
Fear to fear, hurt to hurt
Fear to fear, hurt to hurt
Alone out there, there's nothing worse
Fear to Fear was written by Peter Woods & Frank Zincavage & Debora Iyall.
Fear to Fear was produced by David Kahne.