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letra de questions - home brew

[chorus: tom scott]
questions with no answer that i ask myself
pour another glass and dose a bit of pain
park up in a park and spark another one and pass it ’round
questions with no answer (yeah) that i ask myself (sh-t)
yeah

[verse 1: tom scott]
how many nights on the waist? how many minds to waste?
how many lines on the plate? how many nights away?
how many lines it take to rhyme what i’m trying to say?
how come you’re on my mind every time this time of day?
how many years can two people stay together without hating each other by the end?
you say 10, i say 12
maybe you’re right
i know nothing is forever but still my ego wants to pretend it don’t remember
but i know i can’t forget this sh-t, i can’t regret this sh-t
i gotta accept this sh-t, i’m the one that stepped in it
and i ain’t got the answers, but i just had to question it
you know i’m always extra with all of that existential sh-t
but what’s the point though, how many thoughts to think?
could over-n-lyse it all or i could pour a drink
but what’s that gonna fix, just back to my same old tricks
how many times you gonna call to ask to pay the tix?
how many more to drink up ’til i’m finally drunk up?
how long ’til the comedowns so bad i never come up?
how many more of these more mornings can i wake up all f-cked up?
hunched over the bowl chucking chunks of breadcrumbs up from yesterday’s brunch
hugging my son like a teddy bear
how many beers we really getting when i said, let’s get a beer?
how many years i said i could kick the gear every year?
f-ck i’m supposed to do about it though, this sh-t is everywhere
[chorus: tom scott]
questions with no answer that i ask myself
pour another glass and dose a bit of pain
park up in a park and spark another one and pass it ’round
questions with no answer (yeah) that i ask myself
yeah

[verse 2: tom scott]
how many hearts to break? how many parts to play?
how many last chances left? ask my last mistake
how many people from the past that had to pass away
before i learnt the hardest way? f-ck it, pass the plate
half awake, carving down the fast lane blasting eight
8-glass of grape deep, but still parallel parking straight
how many problems can i dance away? hard to say
how many questions can i ask that i can answer straight?
it’s hard to take the truth, hard to fake the lies
hard to break the loop when you find it hard to take advice
i f-cked around and made a life, now i’ve gotta stay alive
i’m tryna change these nappies, no time to change the times
how many laws i had to break just to pay these fines?
how many ks to dry to find a private place to cry?
how many trees i vapourised to write a page of rhymes?
i must have chopped bout 80 native pines making mine
but still can’t make my mind up, need more trees to grind up
these lines like my morphine, needs more lines to line up
was wifed up, blind to love like show me where to sign up
how was i to know this be the place it would wind up?
wind it up, time’s up, burn it down, light it up
f-ck love, it’s all sh-t, just more sh-t to wipe up
and asking all this sh-t just only gonna make it harder
chop wood, change nappies, and find the answer in the questions

- home brew

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