Lyrics:
Natalie Imbruglia Left Of The Middle

: My lullaby, hung out to dry what's up with that it's over where are you dad mums' looking sad what's up with that it's dark in here why bleeding is

: Gotta get back gotta figure out a way I'm losing - my senses to you Where'd it go, the bluebird I should follow back home? But where is home? guess

: Take your hand and place it in my pocket flick your eyes back in my sockets put those thoughts away sometimes they're much too loud I'll take a breath

fine intuition tells me when to draw the line could have turned left could have turned right but I ended up here bang in the middle of real life should have turned left

There's no sign on the gate and there's mud on your face don't ya think it's time we re-investigate this stuation put some fruit on your plate you forgotten

Some people don't worry about nothing don't know what's going on I'm not one who cant say they're sorry I just care what's going on there's more important

fine intuition tells me when to draw the line could have turned left could have turned right but I ended up here bang in the middle of real life should have turned left

third round as I put the phone down chasing the same lines over the old ground I'm pushing zero where s my hero he's out there somewhere left of the middle

Gotta get back gotta figure out a way I'm losing - my senses to you Where'd it go, the bluebird I should follow back home? But where is home? guess it