Woorden: Michelle Branch. Hotel Paper. It's You.

If tomorrow never comes
I would want just one thing
I would tell it to the stars and the sun
I would write it for the world to see
And it's you
The light changes when you're in the room
Oh it's you
Oh it's you

If tomorrow never comes
I would want just one wish
To kiss your quiet mouth
Trace the steps of my fingertips
And it's you
The light changes when you're in the room
Oh it's you
Oh it's you
Oh it's you

Oh it's you
Oh it's you
Oh it's you
Oh it's you...