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