Natasha Bedingfield

Oh oh Oh oh…I’ve got hope Remember morning always comesAs night surrrenders to the

Speechless, but the answers in my mouthBreathless, the emotions seeping outBeyond my controlYou spoke

Day dreamin’ at a bus stopZonin’ out when it hit me hit meWe’re all

Do I look differentWouldn’t be surprised if I didCause it isn’t that often that