His sneakers torn in the hour When the homeless move their cardboard blankets And the new day is born Folded in his backpack pocket The questions that
Questions Questions, things we gotta know! Every thing from... Are you real To how you make it snow! Answers Answers never seem to come Why do people
Since you've been gone Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil Since you've been gone It's like I got a great big mouthful of cod liver oil Oh
questions c'mon The questions (WHAT?) it's the questions boy It's the questions (hah) it's the questions yeah Talkin bout the questions, it's the questions
I ain?t shit And maybe I?ll never be committed As long as I am living, trying to be a real man Questions, yeah The questions, yeah The questions, yeah The questions (Questions
shit? Yeah, Hangmen 3 All y'all done it, all y'all funny Shit can get ugly One man summit, always blunted Haters most wanted I live it, y'all flaunt it (Any questions
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
matter anyhow It's just that the thought of us so happy Appears in my mind as a beautifully mysterious thing Yes, it does now, baby Questions 67 and
be here Never question, you should never question 'Cause you need me baby, yeah boy So there's no need for you Without a doubt I will be here Never question
Why? Why do these questions come to mind When the answer is s-s-so far away? The questions I ask myself everyday Why? Every time I reach for the sky
, make you feel good) I ain't askin' questions (Questions) I'm only here to do one thing (Only here, one thing baby) I ain't askin' questions (I ain't askin' questions
do? Why so many questions? What am I doing? I talk to myself... when there's no-one to talk to I wanna ask me a question: When am I gonna make it up
of Campania During the herculonious period? Who the fuck were those two other guys rhymin' on diary, word? Yo, I got a question, are all of you there? Question
of the unknown who have died Millions of the widows Mixed emotions The child's depression What is the answer ? To the questions To the questions
I got a question mark You got a need to always take some shot in the dark I don't have to make pretend the picture I'm in is totally clear You think that
The answer's in the question Will you be home late again Will you find the courage When truth come closin' in When trust is almost broken Faith is hard
You're telling me lies You're putting me down You stand to make me cry Your told me this morning You love me so But still I know you lie You better
Stayed away too long and I'm wonderin' why Thought of all the reasons to make you change your mind Thought of all the things that we did in the past And
