(Julia Fordham)



It is what it is what it is what it is what it is

And that would be that 

And I give and I give and I give and I give and I give

And I want some back



Where do I sign?

Where do I go?

Did I miss a page?

I don't know



Sifting through the sand for sugar

Digging deep like a wise old Buddha

No more I really wish I shoulda

Sifting through the sand for sugar



It's the same old the same old the same old the same old the same old 

The same old story

And I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know 

I don't know what's come over me



Holding my breath

Staying afloat

Thought I had it made

But I don't



Sifting through the sand for sugar

Digging deep like a wise old Buddha

No more I really wish I woulda

Sifting through the sand for sugar



Slipping through my fingers

So sweet to hold

Sifting sifting sifting sifting

For grains of gold



Sugar

Gotta find me some gold

Gotta fine me someone to hold