Blank Page Songtext
von Surrogate

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


You nod at me slightly
You smile so politely
Tell 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 book
Standing in line for the teller
Not knowing which way to look


My God, what a cold town
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