I'm impossible she's exciting Bound together with joined up writing In the church I heard a bell ring In a bar I heard a girl sing She sings solo I see double Moments vanish her love so subtle I went home It's not surprising Words were few And realising I was deep in my points of view So interested to talk to you talk to you She' s romantic and I'm selected Glances swapped and thoughts collected By her song It's not her singing Words were few The bell was ringing On the table my cards are shuffled Words take time to get so muddled I'm off home I'm shy but eager Tomorrow comes I hope to see her On the stage with her velvet voice Though some would say that it's just a noise I bit off more than I could chew So interested in my points of view points of view
Trial and jury swear on the bible I'm too drunk and unreliable I'm too drunk For conversation Though I wait for invitation She's exciting I'm uninvited Fifteen rounds this love I've fighted I'll walk home And curse the heavens Lost on points Our love was flattened Maybe she had other things to do And didn't want any points of view
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