Wishful Thinking - Natasha Bedingfield

Bending over backwards just to hear you

Tell me I float the wrong way

Don’t know why I do it, some would say

I’m just addicted to pain

All the time it takes, like a flicker in the night

Dancing round in circles won’t make it alright

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

All this wishful thinking, am I

A fool for still believing

I can’t stop feeling

I’m hanging on

Yes, I’m hanging on

Screaming, «Hallelujah!»

Yeah, baby, you are my religion

I’d follow you to hell

If I knew that you’d be around

Used to be a dream, it used to be fun

But we were both wild until the damage was done

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

All this wishful thinking

The mockingbirds are singing

I can barely breathe

But I’m hanging on

Yeah, I’m hanging on

I’m hanging on

Yeah, I’m still hanging on

Our lives are changing

There’s no saving

No more holding hands

It’s just who you are

This is who I am

All the wishful thinking, am I

A fool for never leaving

I can’t stop feeling

I’m hanging on

I’m still hanging on

All this wishful thinking

The mockingbirds are singing

Oh, I can barely breathe

But I’m hanging on

Yes, I’m hanging on

I’m still hanging on, baby

Hanging on

I could have another

But I wouldn’t wanna start all over

We’ve gone too far

And we can’t turn back around