Blank Page taby ukulele według Surrogate

A  F#m  Bm  E
 
E                     A
I'm afraid of a blank page
                  F#m
sitting quiet and desperate 
                 Bm
creations a slow fate
                      E
to exhaustion and old age
                     A
its the pebble in my shoe
                       F#m
its the wind on a cold day 
                    Bm
watching someone do better
                    E
a crippling fear of change
                A 
that nods at me slightly
              F#m
and smiles so politely 
                      Bm
tells me you can't do better
                          E   A
down the barrel of my own gun
 
E   A   x3
 
E                     A
I'm afraid of a blank page
                               F#m
there's a terror in falling in love
                 Bm
all alone at the table
                  E
what was it I was afraid of
                   A 
It's a two minute conversation 
                       F#m
cracking the spine of a book
                         Bm
standing in line for the teller
                         E       A
not knowing which way to look
 
E              A
my God what a cold cell
       E
when I let myself
       A
and my friends down
E            A
wake up in a cold sweat
        E
its the price I pay
        A
for the sound of it
 
E   A   x2