Natasha Bedingfield - We're All Mad lyrics

Oh, I think the lady did protest too much She wouldn't take the flower from my hand She only saw the shadow of my circumstance Perception can describe what makes a man I didn't mean to interrupt your stride But a rose was all I had to give Sometimes beauty isn't recognised When it contrasts with what you feel inside Who's to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain Who's to say the problems should just go away Who's to point a finger at what's not understood Because, we're all mad in our own way Colours fade the grey away Different people all the same Each reveals the meaning We're 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 an*lyse As if I cant control the time and place Life isn't something you try on for size You can't love without the give and take Who's to say the darkened clouds must lead to rain Who's to say the problems should just go away Who's to point a finger at what's not understood Because, we're all mad in our own way Colours fade the grey away Different people all the same Each reveals the meaning We're all mad in our own way Fill the sky with different shades Read the story on each page Each reveals the meaning We're all mad in our own way Colours fade the grey away Different people all the same Each reveals the meaning We're 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 yeah, oh We're all mad in our own way Colours fade the grey away Different people all the same Each reveals the meaning We're all mad in our own way Fill the sky with different shades Read the story on each page Each reveals the meaning We're all mad in our own way Colours fade the grey away Different people all the same Each reveals the meaning We're all mad in our own way Fill the sky with different shades Read the story on each page Each reveals the meaning We're all mad