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