Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
How’d we end up here
Like souvenirs from another time
Fighting for air
A light is casting shadows
That darken my despair
Through that fading light
You follow me there
I got a mind to say how fine it is to be your fool
I’m marking time til I get back to you
I got a mind to say how fine it is to be your fool
I’m marking time
An echoing empty space in your heart
Where my love used to hide
Is closing fast
Every time I followed you into the dark
It chilled me to the marrow
Left me fighting for air
I got a mind to say how fine it is to be your fool
I’m marking time til I get back to you
I got a mind to say how fine it is to be your fool
I’m marking time
How’d I end up here like a mutineer
Against my pride
Fighting for air
So lay down by my side one more time before I go
Let our hearts collide
Let our secrets be known
Til the next time round when our world’s collide I will
Always be your fool
So I say……
I got a mind to say how fine it is to be your fool