Well, heaven knows what fills the heart
Trying to think what mood he's in
It's impossible to tear apart
It was half-past February
To love her anyway that she wanted
It's impossible to tear apart
Though she often felt cheated, she never felt cheap
And makes you feel so alive
Georgie and her rival
Now she puts him on the speaker phone
And makes you feel so alive
She'd try to be polite, making faces
To someone who needed less persuading
Georgie and her rival
So she could tell which she preferred
He didn't hear through her disguise
Her rival was stalking
He'd be desperate anyway and drunk as well
And he hadn't called since New Year's Day
He didn't leave her in a rush
And makes you feel so alive
To say those words no chapel girl should say
"The number you have dialed has been redirected"
Well, heaven knows what fills the heart
She always liked to hurt him to prove he was prepared
His finger traced past Georgie's name
And the one she had said, "I can't see you
A voice would drag her down with its suggestions
He sat up with his address book
Her mother would phone and always keep talking
But somewhere in the back of her mind
Whenever she has company
The radio plays a lover's symphony
Just like the promise that he left on her machine
Well, heaven knows what fills the heart
When she was half-asleep
Sometimes the phone would ring
That almost made her blush
It's impossible to tear apart
Her rival would always wait 'til the eighth or ninth bell
But I'll call you whenever I can"
Maybe he'd found another woman
