Lyrics

I'm afraid of a blank page Sitting quiet and desperate Creation's a slow fade To exhaustion and old age It's the pebble in my shoe It's the wind on a cold day Watching someone do better A crippling fear of change It nods at me slightly It smiles so politely Tells me "You can do better" Down the barrel of my own gun I'm afraid of a blank page There's a terror in falling in love All alone at the table What was it I was afraid of? It's a two-minute conversation Cracking the spine of a bug Standing in line for the teller Not knowing which way to look My God, what a cold sound When I let myself and my friends down Wake up in a cold sweat It's the price I pay For the sound of it