Fearless
“But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair”
“You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless”
“My hands shake, I'm not usually this way”
“And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there in the middle of the parking lot”
“And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless”
“We're driving down the road 'til we run out of road”
“There's a glow off the pavement”
“Well you stood there with me in the doorway”
“There's something 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained”
storm and rain as the weather of love
“But with you I'd dance in a storm, in my best dress, fearless”
“And remember how my rain-soaked body was shaking” — The Black Dog
Community readers set the rain-soaked, shaking body of The Black Dog against Fearless's "with you I'd dance in a storm, in my best dress, fearless". The same downpour that once meant reckless, joyful abandon returns, years on, as the weather of grief.