Too Many Questions - Sam Sparro

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?

But 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 and why I feel like I do?

Separate the truth from the lies

Why do we only take any action when it comes to our 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, yeah?

But 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 frame of divine 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?

How do I cling to frame of divine 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 imag'

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 walkin' on, I’m walkin' on

I’m walkin' on, I’m walkin' on

I’m walkin' on, I’m walkin' on

I’m walkin' on, I’m walkin' on