Ben Howard - The fear

^AmMama, cold hearted child, tell me how you ^Gfeel Just a ^Amblade in the grass, spoke unto the ^Gwheel ^AmMama, cold hearted child, tell me where it's all ^Ggone ^AmThe luster of your bones, those arms that held you ^Gstrong

^CI been worryin' that my ^Emtime is a ^Dlittle un^Cclear I been worryin' that I'm ^Emlosing the ^Done's I hold ^Cdear I been worrying, than we ^Emall, live our ^Dlives, in the confines of ^Cfear

^AmMama, cold hearted child, tell me how you ^Gfeel ^AmJust agrain in the morning air, dark shadow on the ^Ghill ^AmMama, cold hearted child, tell me where it all ^Gfall's ^AmOh this apathy you feel will make a fool of us ^Gall

^CI been worryin' that my ^Emtime is a ^Dlittle un^Cclear I been worryin' that I'm ^Emlosing the ^Done's I hold ^Cdear

I been worryin' that we ^Emall live our ^Dlives in the confines of ^Cfear

^EmOh I will be^Gcome what I de^Cserve I been worryin', I been worryin', ^EmI will be^Gcome what I de^Cserve I been worryin' that my ^Emtime is a ^Dlittle un^Cclear I been worryin' that I'm ^Emlosing the ^Done's I hold ^Cdear I been worryin' that we ^Emall live our ^Dlives in the confines of ^Cfear