Sanoja: 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
And trace the steps with my finger tips

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, oh it's you
Oh, it's you