Sam Sparro
Sam Sparro

Too Many Questions

My coffee is cold

And yesterday is stuck with me

And I can't wake up from my sleep

I feel like a grain of salt in the shaker 

But the day that I meet my maker 

Or the day that I see my undertaker, you see...

All I have is too many questions

Is there something someone forgot to mention to me

I walk on without hesitation

To my unknown own destination

With the music like syncopation

And explore my own imagination

How do I know if I am right in why I feel like I do

And separate the truth from the lies

And why do we only take any action 

When it comes to our own satisfaction

When we only need just a fraction of what we need

All I have is too many questions

Is there something someone forgot to mention to me

I walk on without hesitation

To my unknown own destination

With the music like syncopation

And explore my own imagination

How do I climb up on out of this funk I'm in 

And how do I cling to the frame of diving timing?

Why do I doubt sometimes, that of which I know for sure?

And why when I've had enough, do I seem to ask for more?

How do I climb up on out of this funk I'm in 

And how do I cling to the frame of diving timing?

Why do old habits die so hard, God knows I try and try 

And why ask why?

All I have is too many questions

Is there something someone forgot to mention to me

I walk on without hesitation

To my unknown own destination

With the music like syncopation

And explore my own imagination

All I have is too many questions

Is there something someone forgot to mention to me

I walk on without hesitation

To my unknown own destination

With the music like syncopation

And explore my own imagination

I’m walking on

I’m walking on 

I’m walking on

I’m walking on

I’m walking on

I’m walking on

I’m walking on

I’m walking on

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