An attempted throwback to a style that precedes us all. FEAR THE LOVE Tell you right now, this is not a sure-fire thing What could go wrong? Have you heard my choir sing? Dreadful times are ahead as you will see I'd fear the love Come fear the love Lines in the sand we'll cross six times a day Going back and forth just any old kinda way Perilous times are ahead for you and me I fear the love Come fear the love Daring to dance naked in France How many tears spilt wanting in vain for push-shove to come to love? Fair enough Hang tough That might buy you time to decide what is up what is what and have you got that thick skin to ride bareback in stride down to the riverside more