SKY HIGH

I thought I saw you in the rusty hook,
Huddled up in a wicker chair
I wandered over for a closer look
And kissed who ever was sitting there.
He was close,
And he held me very tightly
Till I asked awfully politely,
please can I call you his name?

I thought I saw you in the parrot's beak
Messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear him speak
And he had a broken arm.
It was close, so close that
the walls were wet
And he wrote it out in letraset,
no, you can't call me his name!

I saw your brother in the cornerstone
on the phone to the middle man
When I saw that he was on his own
I thought he might understand
He was close,
well you couldn't get much closer,
He said: i'm really not supposed to but yes,
You can call me anything you want.

- Arctic Monkeys- Cornerstone