Natasha Bedingfield - We´re All Mad lyrics

Album: Unwritten (2004)

Oh, I think the lady did protest too much
She´dn´t take the flower from my hand
She only saw the shadow of my circumstance
Perception can describe what makes a man

I did not mean to interrupt your stride
But a rose was all I had to give
Sometimes beauty is not recognised
When it contrasts with what you feel inside

Who has to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain
Who has to say the problems should just go away
Who has to point a finger at what´s not understood

Because, we are all mad in our own way
Colours fade the grey away
Different people all the same
Each reveals the meaning
We are all mad in our own way
Fill the sky with different shades
Read the story on each page
Each reveals the meaning

Each reveals the meaning

Sometimes I think I over analyse
As if I cant control the time & place
Life´sn´t smth you try on for size
You can not love without the give & take

Who has to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain
Who has to say the problems should just go away
Who has to point a finger at what´s not understood

Because, we are all mad in our own way
Colours fade the grey away
Different people all the same
Each reveals the meaning
We are all mad in our own way
Fill the sky with different shades
Read the story on each page
Each reveals the meaning

We are all mad in our own way
Colours fade the grey away
Different people all the same
Each reveals the meaning
We are all mad in our own way
Fill the sky with different shades
Read the story on each page
Each reveals the meaning

Oh, each reveals the meaning
Oh oh oh yea, oh

We are all mad in our own way
Colours fade the grey away
Different people all the same
Each reveals the meaning
We are all mad in our own way
Fill the sky with different shades
Read the story on each page
Each reveals the meaning

We are all mad in our own way
Colours fade the grey away
Different people all the same
Each reveals the meaning
We are all mad in our own way
Fill the sky with different shades
Read the story on each page
Each reveals the meaning

We are all mad

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