She lies a little to the right
She thinks her views are dynamite
And when she walks into the room, you start to think
It's possible
She'll show a little of her mind
A slice of what's in store in time
And as she talks, you slowly start to think
It's possible
She walks on golden sands
Her whole world in your hands
But she can't understand
That you're not, the one for her
And over time you start to break
But she thinks that there's so much more at stake
And as you think it through, for the fifteenth time
It's impossible
She lies a little to the left
Here eyes, so bereaved and so bereft
And as she cries, you slowly start to think
It's impossible
She walks on golden sands
Her whole world in your hands
But she can't understand
That you're not, the one for her