Sitting here, my minds an empty page,

But I'll try, yes I will to exist.

A funky guitar, liberates me from my cage.

Well you asked so I say, that's how songs are made.



Where do I go when I need some inspiration.

Love affair, jump a cliff, light a spliff.

Simply vibe, with some wicked orchestration.

Well you asked so I say, that's how songs are made.



Oh, searching in the back of my mind,

Try to sleep, see if I dream,

see if something comes from nowhere.

Oh oh. Search again theres something I can find.

Try to sleep, see if I dream.

If I let it go, it comes back to me.

u res your head to lay.

If you love it so. It comes back to you.

Back to you. Back to you.



What do I do, for a little motivation,

On a beach, out of reach, ooh life's a peach.

Sometimes I need just a little isolation.

On my own, answerphone, toblerone, ummmmm.



A little dedication, a little isolation, yeah.

A little motivation, give me some information. Yeah.

In the middle of the day. When you res your head to lay