Notes

It's not hard to find your type When you're out and about on a Saturday night With your friends trying to concentrate Knocking drinks back til you can't see straight 24th June is when I met you Up until now I have been confused It's messing with my head Yeah you're messing with my head Writing notes in my phone That I'd say to you if we were alone In a different circumstance I'd see A chance for you to romance with me If you attended one of my shows Maybe we'd go home with no clothes Consciously Take a chance on me We've created some history Which I'd put down to our chemistry Intense feelings and complications Every channel, every station What's the point in running and fleeing It's supposed to me that you're seeing Confusion Can be quite bizarre Let's wrap this up I'm getting tired What we had has still not expired I'll allow your space If you communicate This could be the trajectory That might just lead you back to me Only time will tell To put it in a nutshell