Текст песни
Seven AM, coffee in the kitchen, spoon against the glass
Little silver planet spinning way too fast
I burn my toast and call it being human
Put my shoes on like I know what I"m doing
Subway"s full of strangers staring at their phones
Every face a country I"ll never know
I rehearse a "good morning" like it"s a foreign tongue
Smile at the barista like nothing"s coming undone
Open my mouth at the bus stop but
The words taste like an apology
Wash "em down with a vanilla oat latte
What if I"m the only one drowning quietly?
"Cause I have too many questions
You have too many questions
We keep them in our pockets
Like dangerous possessions
We"re walking "round with whole Wikipedias in our chests
Too scared to sound stupid
Too proud to sound human
So, we choke on the answers we never get to test
Oh, I have too many questions
(I have too many questions)
Gym at six, I lift the same weight as last week
Boss says "killing it" like a parking ticket on my desk
Everybody"s chasing some invisible line
Muscle, money, body, beauty, borrowed time
The girl two treadmills down is crying through her playlist
We pretend we didn"t see her. That"s the deal, I guess
Lunch is a sandwich and a TED talk on my screen
Telling me my purpose for $9.99 a month
At dinner you ask, "How was your day?"
I say "fine." You say, "same."
Two icebergs trading weather above the waves
Half a bottle in I almost ask your name
Like really ask — but the check comes instead
And we kiss like a question neither of us said
"Cause I have too many questions
You have too many questions
We keep them in our pockets
Like dangerous possessions
We"re walking "round with whole Wikipedias in our chests
Too scared to sound stupid
Too proud to sound human
So we choke on the answers we never get to test
Oh, I have too many questions
What if we just said it?
What if we just asked
"Are you happy?" "Do you mean it?" "What"s behind the mask?"
Every war"s a swallowed sentence
Every lover leaves for an unsaid thing
Imagine all the worlds we could be living in
If we weren"t so scared to sing
So I"m asking — are you tired?
Are you lonely? Are you fine?
"Cause I"m tired. I"m lonely
And "fine" is such a beautiful disguise
We have too many questions
We have too many questions
Walking "round with whole Wikipedias in our chests
What if we sound stupid?
What if we sound human?
What if the answer"s the part we"ve been missing this whole time?
Oh, we have too many questions
(Yeah, we have too many questions)
Alarm at seven
Kettle still screaming
Maybe tomorrow
I"ll ask what it means
