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