Points of View Sözleri

(Difford/Tilbrook)

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