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, ya see...
(Chorus: All I have is too many questions Is there something someone forgot to mention to me But I walk on with out hesitation To my unknown own destination With the music like syncopation And explore my own imagi...nation.)
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 satisfaction When we only need just a fraction of what we need.
(Chorus: All I have is too many questions Is there something someone forgot to mention to me But I walk on with out hesitation To my unknown own destination With the music like syncopation And explore my own imagi...nation.)
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?
(Chorus X2: All I have is too many questions Is there something someone forgot to mention to me But I walk on with out hesitation To my unknown own destination With the music like syncopation And explore my own imagination.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
