White roses, when I always sent you red
Everyone supposes the name on the card is mine
Late night phone calls, whispered voices in another room
But when I answer all I get is silence on the line
And there's your evidence, there's your evidence

When we go dancing your eyes are always on the floor
Then I ask you `Who are you waiting for?'
I was only joking but here comes the punch line right across the floor
If he breaks in we won't be dancing anymore
And there's your evidence and there's your evidence
There's your evidence
Even now you say it's impossible
I don't mind this waiting'til midnight
Or that your kisses are cold
I don't mind being left behind
I just wish I'd been told
Instead of all your evidence, there's your evidence
Look at all your evidence
Even now you say it's impossible
There's your evidence, there's your evidence
How can you say that it's impossible?